Page 80 of Before We're More Than Friends
Thankfully, I had Raina with me on Friday afternoon. She had every kitten trying to get on top of her, so I’d be spared from some scratches and bruises today.
“I see you grinning,” Raina said as two cats walked over her stomach. She was lying on a blanket on the floor, her hair flowing so elegantly. Since when had she been so freaking gorgeous?
My grin only widened. “You have to admit that watching them play with you is adorable.”And a little bit hot.I fought the blush that crept its way to my cheeks.Stop it. Stop betraying me.
Raina scoffed as Moonlight licked her chin. “You mean watching them walk all over me like I’m a bridge?”
A freaking hot bridge.
Gosh, where were these thoughts coming from? Had being in love with her not been bad enough?
I should’ve paid attention during the hormone section of Health class.
“Exactly what I meant,” I said, pretending that my mind wasn’t running wild.
She craned her neck forward. “Fireball wants your attention.”
“What?” Fireball, a feisty orange cat, reached for the strings of my jacket and got his nail stuck in it. He let out a cry, and I slowly freed his nail. He thanked me by glaring at me and scratching my hand.
I winced as a small stream of blood oozed out of my hand. “Are you kidding me?” I sighed, getting up from the floor.
Raina picked Moonlight and Sunshine off her. She examined my hand, her eyes going wide with fear. “Oh, gosh.”
My chest tightened as I thought about how incidents like this made Raina’s anxiety run wild. “Um, I’ll take care of it. It’s not a big—”She hates it when people say it isn’t a big deal. “I’ll fix?—”
Raina left the room, and Moonlight and Sunshine cried as they looked in her direction.
I shot a glare at Fireball, who feigned innocence with his big green eyes. “You stink.”
He had the nerve to rub himself against my leg.
This is why I’m a dog person.
Not even a minute later, Raina came back in the room with a first aid kid. “The nurse has arrived.”
“Much needed.” I smiled as she examined my hand, not a single trace of fear in her expression.
Raina sat down again. “He broke your skin, but it’s a shallow wound.” She grabbed a cotton ball and a bottle of scrub before cleaning my wound. The area burned, but a tingle traveled down my spine as she kept rubbing it.
This wasnotsupposed to feel good.
“Is it stinging?” she asked me, her frosty eyes looking into mine.
“A lot.” I managed to squeak.
Her gentle touch made my skin spark to life as she wrapped my wound in gauze. “I hope I did that right,” she said as she touched my shaking hand, sending another tingle down my spine.
“I think it’s fine.” I gave her a smile, trying not to get lost in her gaze. “Thank you for treating it.”
“I don’t want to get kicked out of here because I let my fellow volunteer bleed to death.” She studied my bandage before touching it again. “Are you sure it’s good?”
“My hand or the fact you don’t want me to bleed to death?”
A grin spread across her face, her eyes twinkling. “Just your hand.”
I laughed, ignoring the fluttering sensation in my stomach. “I’ll take it.”
Her gaze went to her hand again. “Are you sure your hand is okay, though?”
