Hannah's POV
I forgot about that.
I looked down at my wrists before pulling the sleeves back down. " You said you were going to help me bring the suitcase up?" I tried to divert the topic.
" We are not shifting from this step until you tell me what happened to your wrists." His voice roughened.
" Nothing, you don't need to fuss over it," I replied as I reached for the suitcase. His hand caught mine and he tugged it towards him.
He pushed the sleeve up as he looked at the dark bruises on my wrist. He gently touched it, cautiously looked at me to see if I feel any pain.
His touch now is so much softer than yesterday night. If he knew that he was the one who gave me those bruises, he will not be able to forgive himself.
" Don't worry. It doesn't hurt. It really doesn't hurt. I am reall
