{Clara’s POV}
Mikey grabbed my hand gently and walked me to the sink, rinsing my thumb under the water. “You should be more careful.” He chuckled. A blush spread across my face as he grabbed a paper towel, holding it on my thumb until the bleeding stopped. He turned, throwing it away and walked down the hallways into the bathroom, coming back with a bandaid. He wrapped it around my thumb before bringing it up to his lips and kissing it softly. “There, all better?” He asked.
I felt a blush creep across my face, and my ears got hot. I nodded up at him, my eyes wide before turning back to the food. “I-I need to get the food cooking..” I said, getting the dish ready and filling it with water, butter, and chicken bouillon. I put everything in the deep dish and put it in the oven at 190 degre
