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Beth was clutching her face with both hands. I gently pulled one hand away so I could get a better look.

“Is it bad?” she asked.

Blood was gushing out of her nose. “Um… no?”

Her eyes widened. “Why did you say it like that?”

“Let’s get you taken care of. Come on, up you go.”

I wrapped an arm around her and led her down the tunnel toward the medical room. I flicked the lights on, then guided her to one of the examination tables. After sitting her down on the table, I began opening drawers and cabinets.

“I’m bleeding!” she suddenly realized.

“Only a little.”

“My hands are covered in blood! Oh my God!”

“You’re going to be fine,” I insisted. “I’m pretty sure your nose isn’t broken.”

“How do you know!” she wailed.

“Because I’ve seen about a hundred broken noses in my years.” I turned and flashed a smile over my shoulder. “And your nose is as beautiful as ever.”

“If you’re trying to be comforting after assaulting me with sporting equipment, it’s not working.”

“I’m sorry.” I dabbed at her nose with some gauze. “Seriously though, it’s not bad. Despite the blood.”

“Stop talking about the blood! I’m trying to pretend it’s all still inside of my body, where it belongs.”

I laughed, and she chuckled through the pain. She wasn’treallyupset, which made all of this easier. After cleaning up the blood, I fetched a pack of ice and gently held it against her nose.

“There’s almost no swelling, but this will help.”

“Thanks,” she muttered. “You probably think I’m hideous, now.”

“You’re more beautiful than I’ve ever seen you.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. So much for getting laid on this date.”

I chuckled. “Was that on your mind?”

“No,” she said, pouting. A few seconds later she added, “Yes.”

I removed the ice pack. “I’d still do you.” I planted a very tender kiss on her cheek. The skin was cold to the touch.

“Sure,” she said skeptically.

“I’m serious.”

“Prove it.”

I kissed her on the cheek again, then along the side of her neck. She let out a long sigh as I kissed a trail down to her shoulder.

“You’re not seriously interested in getting sexy with me, are you?”

I continued planting kisses on her neck and shoulder. “You challenged me to prove it. That’s all I’m doing.”

“There’s a huge difference between kissing me anddoingme,” she pointed out.

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