Minutes later, he came jogging back with a plastic bag in hand.
The car door swung open, and Tyrone climbed in, bringing with him a wave of heat. “Stretch out your arm.”
Quintessa blinked in surprise. “Huh?”
“Your arm.” Tyrone gestured for Quintessa to lift her right arm, then laughed. “The left one! Got sunburned and turned your brain to mush, huh?”
He unscrewed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and drew out two cotton swabs, dampening them. “This might sting a bit. Just bear with it.”
The wound on Quintessa’s arm, though shallow, was glaring. It had been inflicted by Lilian and had dried blood caked around it. Tyrone meticulously cleaned it, then pulled out a couple of Band-Aids to cover it up.
“That old woman, locked up in detention for long, who knows if she’s even taken a shower, what kind of germs might be under her nails. Let’s deal with it this way first, and then go to the hospital for a shot later.”
Quintessa didn’t feel the wound hurt at all, but it was Tyrone who had broken out in sweat.
Quintessa shrugged it off. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. It’s just a small wound; it doesn’t need treatment.”
“Aren’t you worried about scars?”
“Who doesn’t have a scar or two?”
“But I don’t like seeing them.”
There was a tremor in Quintessa’s heart as she met Tyrone’s gaze. His eyes, deep and dark, held warmth. She could even feel some affection.
Tyrone reached out and held the back of Quintessa’s head, pressing towards her, and kissed her lips.
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🤣🤣 yes!! stomp the mil into sputtering and silence...