Carmela's POV
Carmela's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as Jay carefully removed the cover of the band-aid. She watched as his long fingers handled it with precision, his movements slow and gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting her even the slightest bit.
Her gaze lingered on him, drawn to the way his expression remained focused. His brows furrowed slightly as he pressed the band-aid onto her scraped knee, securing it in place. The warmth of his fingertips lingered on her skin for a second longer before he finally pulled away.
She swallowed, unsure why her heart was pounding.
"There," Jay murmured, as if assuring himself that it would stay in place.
Carmela hesitated before shifting in her seat, testing the band-aid. The sting was still there, but it was bearable. She needed to go.
