Newly healed wounds always itch.
It's perfectly normal.
After I mentioned it, the tension on Alec's face eased. He sighed, rebandaging my hand, "Don't do this again. If it hurts, tell me. Maybe some ointment will help."
I nodded obediently.
Alec brushed my long hair, tucking a stray lock behind my ear, his fingers lightly grazing my face. "Dinner is almost ready. Try to eat a little, okay?"
His voice was gentle and patient, like he was comforting a child.
But I'm not a child.
I wrinkled my nose and pulled away from Alec's touch. "Stop treating me like a kid. I'm an adult."
Alec laughed, his thin lips curling into a smile, his eyes filled with affection. He pulled back his hand, but not completely. Instead, he held my hand gently in his palm.
"Yes, you are. You're all grown up."
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