Fastening the bandage to his split brow, I went on, “It’s time to grow up, Isaac. But you can’t expect other people to do the growing for you.” I jabbed my finger into the center of his chest, trying not to think about the way his muscles flexed slightly beneath my touch. “You have to better yourself. No one else can do it.”
For a long moment, as I gathered the first aid kit and put everything away, Isaac was silent. I stood and strode over to my en suite bathroom, tucking the kit away beneath the sink. When I returned, Isaac was still in the same spot, although his head was hanging slightly, blond hair falling into his eyes, and he was staring at the floor.
I huffed as I took my seat across from him again. “Did I strike a chord? Because I’m not sorry.” I bit my lower lip, then add
