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Chapter 23 - Just sit quietly you injured fucker

4000+ WORDS!!!! AGAIN!! ( This is what happens when you take a long break between writing and just add first things that comes to your mind)

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After helping Parker in the back seat of the cab I called, I turned around to face Brandon leaning against the hood of the cab.

"It's uncomfortable" Evin grumbled again, complaining consistently for the last 15 minutes when I was so generously and patiently helping him.

I closed my eyes, getting annoyed and exhaled a huff of breath before turning around once again.

He's annoying.

I gave him a look before leaning inside the car and noticed that he looked perfectly comfortable in his seat but before it can fully register in my mind and, he twisted himself uncomfortably in his seat, grudgingly muttering profanities under his breath.

I grabbed the edge of the roof of the car and dangled myself from it, smirking at Evin as I watched him struggle.

"You're sadistic" he accused when he noticed my smirk, throwing his wannabee serious glare at me before going back to being his miserable and pouting self.

I snickered loudly, not even bothering myself with denying it.

I finally found my empathy and un-dangled myself before bending forward, over his torso, to help him adjust. I shifted him to the side a little bit, before moving back a little bit to adjust his leg.

It's a good thing that it's the lower half of his leg that is fractured, it's not much difficult to manage.

After adjusting his injured leg in the as comfortable as I can, position. I moved back, only to espy Evin staring at me with a weird look on his face. But as soon as he connected eyes with me, the look veiled and he smirked, quirking one of his eyebrows.

"Finding reasons to touch me, huh," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I gave him a dumbfounded look.

I kept staring at him with a humourless expression for a few seconds while his cocky smirk was still fixated on his lips. Without thinking, I leaned forward, stopping just an inch away from his face and his smirk faltered as soon as his mind caught up with my movements. His eyes darkened, his eyes following my every movement without even blinking.

My hand slowly made their way up and gently rested on his shoulder all the while maintaining the eye contact and his eyes didn't leave mine for a single moment.

I slowly moved my other hand down, leaving a trail of feather touches in its path. His breathing quickly turned heavy, dilating his pupils as he sat immobile in his seat.

I stopped, curling my fingers around his hand and leaned in close to his face, just enough to deflect his train of thought from his hand before...

"Owwwww"

.....squeezing his injured hand, not hard but hard enough to cause him pain.

He shrieked, jumping in his seat and immediately cradled his hand to his chest before furiously glaring at me, momentarily forgetting about our closeness.

"How was that for touching" I smiled before straightening back, maintaining a completely unbothered cool expression on my face.

"You're seriously sadistic" he asserted, nodding to himself.