*Pryce's Point of View*
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“Babe, do you still want to put some ice on it, or you'll just stare at me till morning?” She asked and that brought me back to reality. This girl never fails to make my heart skip a beat because of her stubbornness.
“You're so full of yourself, Freak. And never in your dreams that I will stare at you till morning.” I said to her as I walked to the trunk of my car to grab some ice from the cooler, then, I wrapped it in my handkerchief and tied it.
Then, I went back to her and handed her the ice.
She mumbled something, but I couldn't hear it clearly and she took the ice. And, before she could put it near her wound, I stopped her by holding her hands that had the ice.
“Let me clean the blood first,” I told her and she didn't protest as my other hand searched
