I moaned in pain as I gripped his hand. "G-Grayson go slow," I said wincing.
"Stay still, it won't hurt that much."
"It hurts,"
"Just a little bit more,"
I winced once more. "It hurts," I leaned in and rested my chin on his right shoulder. "Hold on babe, just a little more,"
I squeezed my eyes shut. A tear escaped my eye. I gasped in relief as he tightened the cloth on my hand. "Done,"
I pulled away and looked at my hand. "I hate cooking,"
"That's why you let me do it next time. You gotta be careful,"
"It was.....just the onion seemed to slip,"
"And the knife got a good slice of your palm,"
I grinned. "That's why we have cutting boards," he said throwing out the damped cotton balls that had alcohol and a bit of blood.
"I thought it would have been easier," I said chuckling.
"I'll make you dinner," he said kissing my cheek. He left the bathroom and I jumped off the sink.
"Can I help?" I asked coming in the kitchen. "You're joking," he said.
"It was an accident, accidents happen." I said chuckling.
"Yeah....no, you're worse than Ethan."
Y'all are dirty minded, sorry I haven't been posting, I've been having a writers block, but, I have a surprise for you peeps. Anyways bye loves 💕
