"Hi," he breathed, voice barely audible even.
"Hey," I whispered in return, our breaths mingling as I lifted my hand up to gently caress the bruise on his lip with my thumb, and he gently flinched. "You're hurt," I said, my voice laced with evident concern and worry.
He shook his head, chuckling under his breath. "Am not. Just kidding."
I feigned a pointed look at him, and he just smiled cheekily, adding, "It's cold. Let's go inside, hmm?"
I nodded, the ghost of a smile lingering on my lips too. "That cut on your face needs first-aid."
"It just needs to be washed."
"Washed and first-aid." I add, and he smiles, shaking his head as he removes the keys to his house from his pocket and opens the door.
"Still have an extra key hidden under the doormat? I c****d an eyebrow as we stepped
