chapter 3-Dress off

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Sunday 7
I get out of my car, brushing out the creases of my dress but my arm hurts. As soon as I am standing on the top steps I see someone staring at my. "Ummmm......, hi" I say dumbly not missing out the muscled body of the person.

"Hi" he says gaining back his dignity which was kind of lost when he was drooling. He forwards his hand towards me and I flinch, causing my shoulders to shrug, my head tilting in way to save it and my eyes automatically closing.

When I open my eyes I see his hand still stretched forward indicating a handshake. I reluctantly shake it and he says "Aiden" and I say " Stella". His eyes narrow and he then widen immediately in recognition,"Matthew's sister?" He asks and I say "Yes."

His eyes move up and down the length of my body not even trying to hide the way he is checking me out and says "Not bad, not exactly I was expecting" he says in disbelief. I clear my throat in order to make my presence clear and his eyes immediately snap towards mine.

I stare into his deep ocean blue eyes and for what feels like eternity no one speak anything like having a conversation through eyes that's when I hear Matthew says" Oh so you've already met. I will make the formal introduction Aiden this is my sister Stella and Stella this is my bestest friend Aiden" I nod my head towards him with a smile and he does the same. Both of us unable to speak anything.

"Com'on let's head inside." Matthew says not at all awre of the situation at hand. He turns and heads inside I turn to Aiden " Ladies first.",he says opening the door for me and signaling for me to go in.
I head inside with unsteady legs that's when my arm bumps into the door. I feel intense pain run through my hand and feel blood dripping down my palm. Aiden sees it too and quickly comes by my side to help me. He doesn't ask stupid questions like "Are you ok" or "Do you need help". I am holding my right arm by the left hand as the blood keeps dripping through my right hand.

He carefully removes my hand from my right arm and tries to pull up the sleeves to see the wound. The sleeves are too tight to be moved so he tells me " We need to dress up the wound." I nod my head and he takes me silently to the nearest room and says" I need to take the dress off so I can work on the wound"

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