Hitting on the hitman

Consequences. (72)

I try and swallow the fizzing inside of me as I face him, my thigh burning as it lightly grazes his.

I warily opened the first aid kit "So, are you going to tell me what happened?" I mumble looking through it.

"None of your concern, love." His voice was dry and raspy.

"I'm just surprised someone managed to tear you up this much." I shrugged grabbing the antibacterial wipes and ripping open the packet, the sound echoing in the room around us.

But when I looked back up at him he has his signature cocky smirk, his eyes glaring straight through me, curious and amused, the sight of how his dark hair fell perfectly over his face made my throat dry.

"It wasn't without consequences." He replied plainly, but somehow it still sent shivers up me.

After what this person did to him, it chilled me to think of how he got his own back.

But I willed myself to lean over towards him, slowly reaching for the cut on his forehead but as I got close his hot breaths echoed in my ears, blurring the senses I needed to stay clear. I held his shoulder, making sure I was steady as I began to wipe his brow and he frowned a little but stayed quiet.

"So, are you jealous?" Gray smirked.

"Of what?" I swallowed making sure I kept my mind focused.

"The man who did this to me."

I smirked before leaning in closer holding my breath as I began cleaning the wound on his lip, they were soft despite the cut and for some reason, my body went tense. I hated the way my eyes hovered over them for a little too long, the way my hand was so hesitant as I moved it away.

"Maybe a little." I smiled and he smirked back his breathing was slowed now the silence in the room was piercing and from the corner of my eye, I caught his eyes flicker up and down me.

"My eyes are up here." I grumbled with a snarky ring in my voice.

"I know, I actually passed Biology with an A." Gray smirked and I rolled my eyes.

I cleaned the slice on his cheek and each time my skin met his it burnt but I swallowed it down. "I talked with Angelo."

"I know, hence the comfort food." His eyes flickered to the bag.

A smile tugged at my lips, he had thought that far ahead? Gotten me something I liked because I needed it despite the fact he was bleeding out.

But I shamed myself for the thoughts, it doesn't change who he is.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

And then I stopped, the wound was clean but my body froze for a minute, the warmth of his body so close to mine burning my skin.

But I was snapped back into reality when I realised my hand was wet. I pulled it off his shoulder to find it bloody. It was hard to tell where he was bleeding since his shirt was a black button-up, smart despite the fact he was beaten bloody.

"Can you roll your sleeve up?"

He does so with a frown and shut eyes, deep breaths with each time he rolls it until finally, it reveals a massive slice in his arm that gushed out blood like a dripping pipe.