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surprising
amount of blood on it, but it was old and dried, and she remembered
reading somewhere that even shallow head wounds bled far more than
regular ones. He took out some cotton and a bottle of alcohol and
started gently swabbing the wound, and she winced, wondering what
it looked like.
    “ Is it… big?” she asked quietly,
watching his arms flex as he worked.
    He paused, as though reminded of something
else, then said, “It’s a formidable wound, but I’ve seen
worse.”
    She forced herself to stay still as the
alcohol burned and stung; it was easy, she was used to pain. He put
the cotton away and placed the gauze over the cut, securing it with
medical tape. He was so close to her, she didn’t want to move. His
thighs rubbed against hers as he worked, rough from the material of
his jeans, and his arms were practically framing her face. A few
more inches, and they would be hugging. The thought made her heart
flutter; yes, he had held her before, carrying her down the
mountain, but somehow everything was more intimate now. They were
looking at each other, talking, he was tending her wounds… and she
didn’t even know his name. She would have to fix that soon. At this
rate, part of her hoped he would never finish.
    But then he did finish and his hands stilled
– but he didn’t move away. His face was so close to hers that she
could feel his breath against her cheek. She turned slightly,
meeting his eyes… they were bright green and intense, staring at
her, and she couldn’t read their expression. She didn’t know what
to expect, but a thousand scenarios raced through her mind, all of
which ended in very good ways.
    “ You flinch a lot,” he commented,
though his voice was deep and husky, rougher than before. Her
breath caught. She licked her lips nervously — but only then
thought of how that must look.
    “ What’s your name?” she asked,
breathless, knowing it was stupid, but she was this close to him
and it seemed like she wouldn’t ever get a straight
answer.
    He smiled that slow, sexy smile, where the
corner of his lips barely lifted. Then suddenly his head dipped
forward, and she gasped, his lips very gently pressing against
hers. No, not her lips – the corner of her mouth.
    He pulled away, still smiling, and hovered
with his face barely and inch away. She couldn’t breathe.
Everything about him was overpowering her, stealing her senses and
making her weak and trembly. She was hot between her legs, dripping
and probably ruining his sweatpants.
    “ Gareth,” he said softly. Then he
leaned towards her again, his mouth claiming hers a second time.
His tongue brushed against her lips, and Maddy froze; she didn’t
know what to do, she had never been kissed before, especially not
with a head wound and wearing some guy’s clothing. She felt like
she might just pass out from all the crazy things happening. But
the kiss was brief, only ending when his teeth – which seemed a bit
sharp, now that she thought about it – nipped her bottom lip. She
gasped in surprise and felt a drop of blood against her skin, a
thin stream running down to her chin.
    She pulled away, fear abruptly tightening her
stomach, dismissing all the warm sensations she’d been
experiencing. She wiped her mouth and looked at her hand. It was
bleeding, but not a lot, just like any cut lip would…. He had sat
back as well an was gathering up his medical supplies, as though
nothing had happened.
    He glanced at her. “I’ve been thinking of
that for a while now,” he said, humor in his eyes again.
    She didn’t know what to think or what to say.
She just stared at him. He had kissed her – twice – and she had
never been kissed before. She had fantasized about this moment
plenty of times, but somehow she had never thought it would happen
like this. Somehow she felt… unsatisfied.
    “ I should really be going to school
now,” she said, and was surprised by the husky sound of her own
voice.
    He stood up and casually headed