Back in Aaron's room, I gently insisted that he allow me to apply something to his cuts, even though he assured me they had already healed. I carefully helped him take off his shirt.
As he stood there, shirtless and slightly amused by my fussing, he couldn't resist a playful comment. "If you wanted to see my abs, sweetheart, you could've just asked. There was no need to make such excuses."
I rolled my eyes at his teasing, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You're impossible," I replied with mock exasperation. "This isn't about that."
With his shirt off, I examined his arms and hands closely. The small cuts were indeed minor, but my worry was genuine. Gently, I began to clean the cuts and apply a soothing ointment. His skin felt warm under my touch, and I couldn't help but notic
