Bad Boy

"No. No. No. Oo." I scrolled through wanelo on my iPhone, zoning out. Rosalie, maybe that isn't such a good ide-. A hard body crashed into my fragile one, sending me flying. Oh my god. Rosa! Quit being so goddang clumsy! "Oh god. I am so sorry." I blushed, still on the floor. Don't look at them, don't look at the-. "Woah." I breathed. Benjamin freaking Daniels. If it was possible, my face reddened MORE.
He chuckled, handing me my phone. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I wasn't looking, and you're the one on the floor." He offered his hand.
"Thank you." I blushed AGAIN, accepting his offer. Effortlessly, he pulled me to my feet.
"Are you alright?" Ben asked, sounding concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine, why do you ask?"
"Your arm is bleeding." He pointed. I hurriedly pulled the sleeve of my cardigan down.
"My cat scratched me this morning, it's nothing. Must've opened, I guess." He nodded.
"I'll catch you later, Rose?" Ben smiled, walking away.
Phew. That was close. Too close.