Bruises - Cassidy

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"What's that mark on your arm?" Cassidy growled with concern, taking hold of your wrist and examining the bruise on your upper arm with a furrowed brow.

"It's a bruise," you said nonchalantly.

"Where'd ya get it?" He asked, eyes fixed on the mark; it was a round shape, almost like a doorknob.

"I was trying to make you breakfast," you chuckled softly, putting your hand on his to make sure he knew you had not been harmed by anyone. "But I fell over on the way to get you up and hit my arm on the doorknob downstairs."

"Seriously?" Cassidy shook his head and rolled his eyes. "You had me bloody worried, there, love!"

"Sorry, Cass," you mumbled, wrapping your arms around him and resting your forehead against his chest.

"It's alright," he reassured, returning your embrace, resting his chin on top of your head and pulling you a little bit closer. "Just don't fuckin' do that again."

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