𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 || Steven Grant & Zeremy Love Story (Book 1)

𝟏𝟔 ~ 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴

 🖤ZEREMY'S POV 🖤

"Ow! Easy, Steven!" I winced in pain.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be gentle. I'm a bit nervous. I have never done this before."

I sat down on the couch and leaned my back against it as he took a closer look at my injured leg. At first glance, the injury seemed to have worsened. The bleeding had increased and the wound looked more concerning. However, thankfully, it wasn't life-threatening and I was still alive and well. My relief came with a huge sigh as I let out my breath and relaxed, grateful for his care and concern over my injury.

Steven took the initiative to stitch my wound and I hissed in pain as he delicately stitched it up, looking into my eyes in a reassuring and gentle manner. The intensity of our gaze was undeniable.

It felt like a loving stare that held affection beyond just friendship.

For a moment, we were locked in a passionate and intense gaze that made our breath catch in our throats until my shout of pain at the sight of the stitches shattered the moment. My hand squeezed his shoulder tightly, causing him to snap back into reality.

He began to panic when he realized that he had let his mind wander off, losing focus on the stitching of my wound and causing him to stop and reconsider his actions. He quickly regained his focus and continued to stitch my wound slowly and gently, ensuring that he was being careful and gentle with the delicate stitching procedure in an intense effort to ensure my health and well-being. Although the pain from the wound and the stitches still remained, his careful and gentle attention eased it somewhat.

"I'll be alright. I've been on my own before. I got hurt a lot of times."

"Better than losing it." He chuckled.

"Luckily it didn't break my leg. Unless you wouldn't rather to cut my leg off." I teased.

"Look. This, your scars. They're way cooler than stumps."

We both couldn't help but laugh softly at his description of scars as being way cooler than stumps, emphasizing the significance of scars as a testament to survival and badassery.

I was also impressed by the skill and care that he demonstrated in stitching up my wound, successfully managing to minimize my pain as he continued to stitch the wound up with delicate attention. His expertise and dexterity in the delicate stitching process was certainly impressive.

"Impressive. Who taught you this?" I raised my eyebrows in admiration as I wondered who had taught him the impressive and skillful technique of stitching up my wound.

"Oh, it's Layla, of course. She's very good at it."

He responded with a soft smile and mentioned Layla, claiming that she was the one who had taught him this skill. I couldn't help but grin and chuckle at the thought of Layla being his medic guidance, admiring her for her expertise and ability to have taught him so well.

Layla El-Faouly is a friend we all needed the most.

After a few minutes of careful stitching, Steven finished up the delicate procedure, expertly wrapping my leg in bandages to prevent any further injuries or infections from the fresh wound. I felt a lingering pain from the stitches, proving that the injury was still serious, although I was grateful for his care and concern in properly attending to the injury. Despite the pain caused by the stitches, I felt a huge sense of relief that the injury was under control and being properly treated.

As Steven walked off to put the first aid kit back in the kitchen cabinet, I slowly stood up from the couch and joined him in the kitchen dining table, and took a seat as he placed a glass of water down in front of me. The pain from the injury was still present, but I was thankful for the glass of water he had provided for me.

I took a sip of the water that he had placed in front of me, the cold liquid bringing some temporary relief from the pain of my injury. However, as I leaned my head down and frowned.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I was wondering. When you thought Alpha Wolf shapeshifted, and transformed into me, I was afraid it tricked you. But he did. And I'm afraid of losing you. I thought it was too late but..."

He cut me off mid-sentence as he reached his hand toward mine, holding it in a comforting way. He seemed to want to say something but paused for a moment before beginning to speak again.

The way Steven was holding my hand was certainly a comforting one, his palm warm and gentle as he gently caressed my fingers and held the palm of my hand tightly in his grasp. It felt as if he was trying to reassure me with his gentle touch, conveying a sense of care and understanding that I appreciated deeply. The pressure of his grip on my hand was firm but gentle, allowing space for comfort and companionship to exist between us.

Even though we had only known for a while, the intimacy of his touch made me feel connected to him on an emotional and profound level.

This is romantic. I love the feeling of his touch.

My breath caught in my throat as I spoke in a weak and shaky tone, feeling the intensity of my feelings for Steven as I held his hand tightly and squeezed it with relief. I gazed at him with understanding and a slight twinkle of admiration, as I realized the profound impact he had had on my life and how deeply he meant to me.

"It's alright. Plus, I've noticed the difference. You never act so evil."

"I got no one else to be by my side. You're the only one I have, Steven. It's just... I never met anyone who was willing to be there for me 24/7. But you did. You saved me, I saved you, guess we're even."

His gentle laugh and charming grin, with the slight hint of a cute smile on his face, made my heart flutter and my feelings of affection toward him grow. He had proven himself to be an adorable nerdy mature guy, and the way he had come to my rescue and saved my life had touched my heart deeply. He was truly someone who was special and worth holding close and preserving.

The fact that he had been there for me, and his courage and sacrifice had saved my life, brought me a level of gratitude that words could not describe.

We were even.

"I'm sorry I left you and have been missing for five days. It was my fault. I was so stubborn to fight with Alpha Wolf just wanted to protect you." My apology for leaving him and missing for five days was meaningful, and he forgave me as he realized how much I wanted to protect him.

Our connection and bond had grown beyond mere friendship and was now something stronger and closer, something truly precious and important.

After a few moments of gazing at each other with soft smiles, I noticed how our gazes had become slightly more intense than they had been before. There was definitely a sense of something more than just friendship beginning to develop between us, and I was feeling more and more attracted to him. Our gazes locked and I felt a new level of understanding and connection with him, as if something between us was beginning to spark.

If I fell even deeper for him, could he sense that I too had feelings for him?

And what if he also had feelings for me?

However, the real challenge was the fact that both of us had kept our true feelings repressed for so long, and we were both hesitant to reveal them. Only one way is left to expose our love and express it... hopefully, that would be enough to push us both to make that risky and bold move to express our true feelings.

There's only one way.

"Come on. I'm gonna take you to the place that can cheer us up."

The feeling of his hand clasped in mine created an intense surge of warmth and affection within me as I stood up from the chair alongside him. I grinned at the opportunity offered to us both, feeling some love that there was something we could do to lift our spirits and keep our minds off things. I confidently placed my hand in his, pulling him along with me as he followed my lead to the secret spot that would bring us joy and cheer, especially during the quiet and serene midnight hours.

Fingers crossed.