Chapter 128
Grace
“Ethan, what are you doing?” I asked him as he locked his office door. Did he get his cabin? A substitute teacher?
“Sit down, I’ll bandage this for you.” He said and made me sit on his chair. He went towards the cupboard and pulled out a first aid box.
“It’s not that deep,” I told him when he dabbed the cotton on the fresh wound, a hiss escaped my lips when he dabbed a bit harder, it stings. . .
“And we’re done here. . .” He said and closed the first aid box. He pulled a chair and sat close to me.
“Now tell me how this all happened?” He asked.
I stared at him for a solid minute. I blinked and tilted my head, “What are you doing?” I asked him once again.
He leaned back on his chair and asked with a smile on his face. “What am I doing?” He asked.
I pointed between
