Carson's expression did not change, but he felt assured and relaxed a little; he was melting, and it gave him butterflies that she asked something that deep to him.
She grabbed his wrists to see his wounds, but he took his hands back, leaving Blyana to feel the guilt over and over again.
Carson was startled by the sudden physical touch, which ignited a fire within him, because it was Blyana. He was nervous around her, but he took his hand back because his thoughts were betraying him around her. But he regretted after shoving his hand back
Blyana reached out for his hands again and said, You should treat them, or I might go home alone.
He squinted his eyes when he heard her, she continued,
because I don't trust someone injured to drive me home.
She asked him, "Where is your car?"
He took her to the car, unlocking it. He was gonna sit in the driver's seat when Blyana overtook him and sat in the driver's seat instead of Carson. He was a little annoyed after the fight, so he said, "I don't like it when other people drive my car."
Blyana replied with a straight, "And, I don't trust injured people driving me home," while she shut the door on his face, leaving him speechless. He knew she was using an injured word intentionally to annoy him.
He liked the confidence, but sat in the co-driver's seat while Blyana reached for her bag on the backseat. She took a small kit out of the bag and opened it. She took some bandages and ointment out of it.
She grabbed his hand and started to put some medicine on it. It hurt him, but he stayed quiet. She put medicine on his knuckles, but the bleeding did not stop; it was so deep that it could not be stopped by a bandage. She looked for some dressing in the bag but found none, so she took the end of her dress.
Carson was just staring at her, letting her do whatever she wanted, because when could he get a better chance to stare at her without any hindrance, he was taking full advantage of his opportunity. But he got a little confused when he saw her taking a corner of her dress.
Blyana tore a little piece of her dress to use as a wrapping around his wounds. She put some medicine on his wounds again and wrapped the piece of cloth around his wound to dress it.
Carson saw her tearing a piece of her dress so easily just to dress his wounds, his eyes widened as his curiosity vanished, but he felt a lot better and assured around her, he had only one work to do, observe her, stare at her, and do nothing else.
Blyana dressed the wound that was on the knuckle, but now she had to dress the wounds on his face. He had a wound on his lip and a small scratch on his nose, which made Blyana feel bad, but she had to dress it, so she moved a little closer to his face, being just inches apart again, both of them felt deja vu, but kept their faces straight, Carson was staring at her intensely while Blyana did not dare to lock eyes with him once.
Carson was feeling this sudden urge to kiss her perfect lips, which looked too naked to be real, but he controlled his urge, just staring at her beautiful eyes.
It was hard for both of them not to look at each other, but one did it perfectly while the other never tried to.
Blyana knew he was staring at her, she felt that intense gaze on her.
Blyana's face was flushed, but her cheeks were not ready to listen to her mind; her heart was saying something very different. Blyana was treating his wound on his lips when she noticed his lips curling very slightly, it curled up a little and went back to normal.
Blyana's hands trembled slightly as she carefully pressed the sterile bandage against his lips, her fingertips gentle and tentative. Just as she was about to secure it in place, he hissed softly in pain, a small, sharp sound that made her freeze in mid-action. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she hesitated, worry flickering in her eyes. Yet she stubbornly kept her gaze fixed on her trembling hands, avoiding his, unable to meet the look she sensed in his eyes — a mixture of discomfort and something deeper.
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Heart shots
RomanceThis is a story based on two introverted basketball players who are afraid to confess to each other................
