We stumbled into his house, both completely drenched, dripping puddles on the marble floor.
I shivered a little and said, "Let me get the first aid. Where is it?"
"In the kitchen!" he called out, peeling off his soaked jacket and tossing it over a chair.
"And check the second drawer!" he added when I looked a little lost.
I hurried to the kitchen, water squelching in my shoes, and pulled open the second drawer, sighing in relief when I found the kit.
When I returned, he was lounging on the sofa, a lazy smirk playing on his lips despite the blood drying on his arm.
I knelt down in front of him, pulling out the antiseptic.
"Does it hurt?" I asked gently, dabbing at the wound.
He flinched slightly, but said with a brave little grin, "Nah, just a bit."
Without thinking, I leaned down and blew softly on the wound, hoping to soothe it.
He chuckled, low and warm, before reaching down and tipping my chin up with his fingers.
He pressed a few teasing kisses to my lips, feather-light, making my cheeks heat up instantly.
"You're really... too cute for your own good," he murmured against my mouth, making my heart tumble inside my chest.
I pushed him away playfully.
"Let me finish the bandaging,pervert!" I huffed, but couldn't stop the shy smile tugging at my lips.
Carefully, I wrapped his arm, trying to be as gentle as possible.
It wasn't a deep wound, thank God, but I still said, "You should probably get a tetanus shot. Just to be safe."
He grinned mischievously. "Yes, doc," he teased before suddenly tugging me onto his lap.
I squealed softly, clutching onto him as he wrapped his arms around me in a protective hold.
My face was pressed against his still-damp shirt, the steady thud of his heart loud in my ear.
"It's late," I whispered, peeking up at him.
"You should sleep. I'll leave in an hour or two."
He frowned slightly. "Stay the night."
My heart just exploded.
"I—what? Are you sure?" I stammered, my cheeks warming so fiercely I was surprised steam didn't rise off me.
"Of course I'm sure," he said, brushing a wet strand of hair from my forehead.
"I'll crash in another room, and you can have the guest room."
I opened my mouth to argue, but a loud crack of thunder made me instinctively clutch him tighter.
He smirked knowingly.
"Right, forgot... you're scared of lightning."
"I'll sleep on the couch," I mumbled against his chest, embarrassed. "You can have the bed."
He shook his head firmly. "No way. You're sleeping on the bed, princess. I'll take the couch."
"I can't kick you off your own bed!" I protested.
"You're not kicking me off," he said with a wink. "I'm volunteering."
Before I could argue more, he stood up, effortlessly lifting me off his lap and setting me down on my feet.
"Come on. I'll grab you some dry clothes... unless you wanna sleep in mine?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.
My face flamed as I smacked his arm lightly, which only made him laugh.