Little Miss Nosy

Chapter 39- Crazy Emotions

About an hour later I was rummaging through Ashton's bathroom cabinet looking for his first aid kit.

I was the one to drive back to his house after the incident. Ashton occupied the passengers seat, periodically passing out from the pain. The way I was driving made me a bit hypocritical of criticizing Ashton earlier because I sped here as soon as we got to the car; only worrying about healing his wounds.

I heard the slow footsteps approaching the bathroom just as I spotted the kit. "Peyton, let me help-"

"Sit back down before I blacken your other eye...again!"

There was a pause before I heard his retreating footsteps going back to the bed. I was going to be the one to patch him up this time and I wanted him to be as comfortable as possible.

I grabbed the kit and shut the cabinet door; wincing as the sound echoed through the room from putting too much force behind it.

I walked out and went straight for Ashton. He was sitting on his bed holding an ice pack to his eye. He had changed out of his tux when we arrived, now he was wearing a simple pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

A floor board creaked from my weight and his attention snapped to me. He got up and took a step forward but I pointed a finger and sent him a glare.

"Sit," I demanded.

He sighed but obeyed; throwing the ice pack farther back on the bed.

"Let me fix you first," he said, pleading with his eyes.

The only damage I suffered when the man, Drew, Ashton had told me, slapped me was a red mark on my left cheek. But an hour later and the mark had vanished, leaving no trace of the pain it caused.

However, my hair was a disheveled mess. I still felt the stinging pain and discomfort of when Drew pulled it.

"You're more hurt than I am. I'm barely touched compared to you. Now, be a good boy and let me heal you."

"No. I can do it."

"I don't care. I'll do it."

"No, you won't."

"Why can't you accept anyone's help?"

He was quiet for a moment, icy blue eyes filled with irritation.

"I can fix myself-hey!"

Before he finished his sentence, I pushed his shoulders back, making him lay down on the bed. As he got on his elbows to get up, I did something that four months ago, I wouldn't have dared to do.

I climbed on the bed on top of him; straddling his waist making my dress rise up and bunch a couple inches below my underwear.

"You are going to stay here and accept my attempts at patching you up. I don't want to hear anymore of your protests. Do you understand me?"

A small, familiar smirk formed on his lips. "Yes, Doctor McAllen. Do I get a reward if I'm good?" His fingers began to play at the hem of my dress.

I grabbed his hands and flung them away from me with a smirk of my own. Hopefully he was buying this facade I was using to act like I was in control, because on the inside it felt like a nest of butterflies were doing backflips in my stomach.