Chapter 8: Injured

LEAH

His voice carried a hint of teasing, but there was some deep intensity in his tone that went along with his words.

"You just helped me." I cleared my throat while avoiding his eyes, a wave of guilt washing through me. "You should go to the hospital."

He shook his head, dismissing my suggestion. But his lips still carried the same gentle smile and I could feel his gaze fixed on my face. "It's just a scratch."

"But you’re bleeding," I persisted, but then lowered my voice when I realized that perhaps I was acting too overly concerned.

"You should at least get it treated."

I heard him chuckle softly. "Okay, but no hospital."

I frowned, this time, I finally raised my head, staring at him I confusion. “But how would you…”

The playful smirk on his lips was back again. I stumbled a few steps back when he slowly leaned over. Seeing his handsome face up close, almost just inches away from mine made my heart beat crazily.

“Since I just helped you, wouldn’t it be fair if you return the favor