Danica's POV
"This isn't fair. I'm still injured" I whined for the twentieth.. or was it the thirtieth time? But this time I stretched my two hands at him, showing him my bandaged hands with a pout on my lips.
"You're going to be fine" He muttered again, pulling up the zipper in front of the tank top I changed into.
"How?!" I exclaimed and he cut me off with a strong pull at my waist.
One hand held me close to him and the other hand snaked up my chin, holding me in place as he muttered "like this" Then his lips found mine.
The kiss felt different. Hot but different nonetheless. It wasn't the usual knees-weakening kiss, it was one that sent relief through every inch of my body. I could clearly feel the dull ache in my hand disappear.
Like one of those kisses I remembered having while
