CASSANDRA's POV
"I told you to be careful," I told while I am putting betadine on his cut.
"Are you worried?" All of a sudden, he asks.
I am a liar if I would say I am not. Well, just a friend. Not a close friend. Whatever.
I look at him and just slightly rolled my eyes then go back to treating his words. I heard his chuckles.
"Did you just rolled your eyes on me?"
"Yes." I instantly answer.
"Okay. So, are you worried about me?"
"Don't ask."
"Why? Is it hard to answer? You will only answer 'yes' and 'no—"
"Yes. I am worried." I cut his line. But I am not looking at him. I don't want to see his reactions. But for pretty sure he is smiling.
"Don't assume. Just because I am worried, doesn't mean..." I was not able to continue my sentence because he suddenly cupped my face whic
