Spy School: A New Beginning

A Night of Suprises and Amends

A/N: Hi! Hope you like where this book is going. Funnily enough, I am already thinking about what I want to do with the second book. I am considering making the second book more mature, as they will be older, but we will see. It all depends on what you guys want! Enjoy!

Erica's POV

I walked down the tight set of stairs towards two of the cabins. Veering off towards the left was Trixie and Mike's room, while Ben and I were in the room to the right. Both rooms, complete with full-sized beds, a bathroom, and some storage space were lavish. Not that I was complaining, most missions were based out of a small, grimy, hotel room.

I strolled into the room and felt a gust of steam. Immediately, I noticed the fogged-up mirrors and realized Ben was either in the shower or had just exited it. Realizing I had 10 seconds to turn around before Ben exited the shower, which I inferred since there was no noise coming from the shower, I averted my eyes and turned away. Sure enough, Ben walked out a few seconds later, with a white towel wrapped around his lower body. He looked surprised, but tried not to show it, for reasons I didn't know yet.

"Hi Erica," Ben said, trying to act like nothing was wrong. "I'm going to put some clothing on. Could I have some help?"

I was shocked. Why would Ben need my help putting on clothing?

He elaborated. "I need some help with my back. Stay turned around for a few more seconds, I almost have shorts and underwear on... Ok, you can turn around now."

I spun around and noticed his back was facing me. The towel previously tied around his waist was on the floor, and a large red blotch marked the towel. My eyes traveled up his body, trying to find the source of the bleeding, until I stopped when I saw his back. A large piece of metal jutted an inch out of his skin. The cut was large, still bleeding, and looked very painful.

"Ben, oh my gosh, are you ok," I asked, concerned.

"I will be," he winced, obviously in pain.

"Sit down," I ordered him, then realized I was trying to order around my boyfriend and added a "please."

He smirked, before complying and sitting down. His back faced me, and he sat with the towel near him so I could deal with the wound on his back. Quickly, I clambered over his suitcase, and unzipped mine, pulling out a first aid kit, packed at the top of the suitcase. I heard snickering to my right and turned to face Ben.

"Do you know how funny and cute it is that you carry a first aid kit in your suitcase?" He asked this while trying to stop himself from laughing but failed. I knew every laugh probably hurt him, but if I could distract him from the pain, he would probably be happier.

"Would you prefer that I leave a piece of metal in your back so when I cuddle with you tonight, it hurts every time I hug you?" I accompanied my response with a sly smile, acknowledging that I found it funny too, but regained focus so I could help Ben. It pained me to see him hurt, and I wanted to help him. I closed the distance between us, and opened the first aid kit, removing gauze, a bandage, tape, and a few other things, and got down to business.

I knew this was going to hurt Ben a lot, so I did what I could to help him. I reached past his shoulder and started massaging his chest with my non-dominant hand. Ben turned his head towards me, smiling at me before I felt his hand grab mine. Using this chance, I yanked the piece of metal out of his back and slapped gauze on it to stop the bleeding.

Ben cried out in pain, but I anticipated it and locked lips with him to muffle his scream. It took a few seconds of heavy breathing, but Ben calmed down. He squeezed my hand hard, almost like he wanted to crush it the way one would a soda can, but I didn't react, wanting to give Ben a method of dealing with his pain.