DEXTERA
Several minutes passed, and Thor wasn’t getting any better.
His breathing was shallow, and the bandages were already soaked through. I was bleeding too. My wounds stung, but I hadn’t paid them much attention until Thor brought them up.
Breaking the thick silence, he whispered, “I believe you should be more worried about getting your wounds treated and disinfected; instead of worrying about me.”
The way he said it in a calm, low, resigned manner made my stomach twist.
I scoffed softly. “No. I’m not thinking about you.”
His lips lifted in the faintest shadow of a smile. “Yes, you are. You don’t get to deny it.”
Well... he was right.
I hesitated, watching him. In the short time we’d spent together, I had come to learn how easily he masked pain, how effortless it was for him to
