And the door-slammed finger
"God fucking shit dammit-"
"Woah there, calm down your swearing." Harry assured, rushing in to find his girlfriend clutching her hand and hunched over. "What did you do this time?"
Camila glared up, holding out her hand gingerly. "Slammed my.. finger into the.. ow ow ow... door.." Harry rushed over, wrapping his arms around her and knealing down. He reached forward, wrapping her hand in his own. he placed a gentle kiss to the hand, glancing up. "Better?"
"Just about," She mumbled, forcing a smile. "I still need ice though."
And the corner bumped hip
"Why did we have to get a house with a stupid counter in the middle, of all places?!" Camila groaned in frustration, clutching her right hip. Harry laughed, walking forward, kneeling down and lifting up her grey shirt. There was already a forming bruise. He peppers it in kisses, making Camila giggle. "All better?"
"You need to learn that kissing things better doesn't always help!" She laughs, but nods anyways, returning to making the tea.
