Cassidy drove really fast to Dave’s house, she ran in and looked for him. He was sitting right on his couch, with his back laid on it. He kept on taking a deep breath, and as she saw him there, she reduced her speed and walked gently to meet him,she sat right beside him and saw his bruises.
“Here, let me help you.” She said, and took his hands in hers, rubbing it gently, her hands instinctively reaching out to assess the severity of his injury.
He winced as she touched his arm, but the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth did not go unnoticed. "Ouch!” Cassidy's hands froze as she met his gaze, the realization dawning on her.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” she accused, her voice laced with love and scoldings.
“You left the wounds untreated for me to see, Dave? Is that
