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He was so excited to make a good impression and spent hours ironing his clothing and inspecting his appearance.
“Just cut a little at the back,”he instructed me, his voice stern.
He wanted to look perfect before the congregation. More than anything, he wanted to impress our father.
“Don’t worry about making it too pretty,” Daze says gruffly. “I ain’t planning on entering a beauty contest.”
The memory shatters, and I’m far from the pristine bathroom at Father’s home.
“I doubt you could mess up my swag, even if you tried,” Daze adds. I think he taunts me merely to claim my attention again. When I meet his stare, he grins triumphantly, and my cheeks flame.
“Oh really?” I turn away and obediently snip another section of hair, but it winds up much shorter than the rest. Serves him right.
He doesn’t notice. Instead, he lights up another cigarette and drags on the end like a drowning man gasping for air.
“You done yet?” he finally asks minutes later.
I set aside the scissors and observe him from behind. He’s left with a shaggy lob several inches shorter than it was. Grunting, he rakes his fingers through the remaining mane and shrugs.
“Good enough. Thanks.”
He goes to stand until I push him back down in his chair. “Not yet,” I press, taking his cigarette and putting it out in the grimy sink.
“Dammit, Frey,” he snarls.
“You’re still bleeding.”
“And?”
“And, we need to stop it.” I impatiently sigh, taking control as I search through the flimsy cabinet for something to stop the bleeding. Superglue. That’ll have to do for now.
He turns his head and gazes at the thin tube in my grasp. Yet, he says nothing.
Not a single snarky comment.
That’s surely a first.
I attempt to maneuver myself at his side, although there’s barely any room for me to get in a position where I can efficiently tend to his wound.
I take over, using the washcloth to wipe away the blood as it trickles down his temple, coating his skin in red. Shifting my weight on my right foot, I lean to the side, trying to find a better angle.
Without the slightest warning, Daze pulls me onto his lap until I’m straddling his waist. My heart leaps at our close proximity.
There’s an electrical current in the air. Red-hot sexual tension.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way.
Drawing a small breath, I stare straight into his intense, gray orbs. Neither of us looks away. His lips part, and he sizes me up with his eyes. Daring me to be the first to break eye contact…
And I do.
My body begins to tremble as I reach for his face. I can hardly breathe. Hardly think straight.
The room around us spins, throwing me completely off balance.
But he has me. His grip tightens, holding me steady. The warmth of his body sends a shiver down my spine as I force the two flaps of skin back together, coating the gaping wound in glue. He doesn’t even flinch. I have no idea what I’m doing, yet it somehow comes naturally to me, tending to him.
“There,” I say, barely any sound to my voice. “All better.”
