"I just saw the scar on your chest. Where did you get that? I don't remember you had an accident," I muttered. We've known each other since childhood days. Even though he is one, difficult child and we hardly talk, we are still together.
"I don't know. Mom said I was on an accident before. Maybe you don't remember... you were still a kid," he mumbled, making me nod multiple times.
That makes sense. It's been so long.
I took the towel and placed it on his forehead. He has a well-toned body. His bulky figure and ripped muscles and abs are prominent. This is my type of guy... Grant is my type of guy.
"It tickles," he said and then chuckled. I pouted a little but heed his words no attention as I continued what I'm doing.
"Rest here. I'll make your soup and eat it, then drink some medicine
