Chapter 18

“Oh,” I mumbled. “Maybe it’s something else-”

“Did you not feel anything when your skin tore or were you just trying to hide it from me?” He asked me, as he gently ran his hand around the wound. He pulled out a napkin from the table and cleaned the wound.

“I think it happened when I fell. I honestly don’t remember anything because all my focus was on my butt that hurt like hell. I mean, the floor was so hard. ”

His expression remained tight.

“Get up.” He ordered me.

He carried me up to his room, literally, and set me down on the bed. I watched as he loosened his shirt, as though trying to cool himself, and leaned over the desk to fetch something.

He came back and sat before me with the first aid.

“You’re overreacting,” I said. “It isn’t even that huge of a cut.”

“Shut up.” He said.

“Excuse me?” I said as I narrowed my eyes. “First of all, you carried me up, without my consent. Secondly, you’re touching me without asking for permission and now you’re asking me to-”

“Thirdly, I wouldn’t