Cleaning up cuts can sting.
"OUCH! Man that stings like a bitch!"
"Oh, come on, don't be such a pussy," I smiled up at him, "I scraped half my knee off when I was ten and I didn't make as much noise as you"
"I don't care Tasha, this stings." He laughed, gingerly holding his hands out again, biting down on his lip at the pain.
I was just washing the cloth in the sink when he turned to me, suddenly serious. " Thanks you know. I don't really know what I would have done if you hadn't come looking for me. I had actually considered...you know...what Alex said." He looked down at his shoes, I dropped the cloth back in the sink and went over to where he was standing and said "Don't you ever take anyone's shit ever again, okay? Promise me. You ever even think about doing anything to yourself and you get straight on your phone and call me, got it?" My heart was burning, every bone tingling. He nodded, then reached down (thank god he was taller than me, I hated being so damn tall...) and kissed my forehead, then kissed my lips. Puddles began to form on the tiles of the kitchen floor. I'd clean them up....just a couple more minutes....