CELINA’S POV
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“I’m fine, stop coddling me.” My eyes roll as I grab the first aid kit from him. “I just want to help, Northstar.” My jaw tightens at the weird name he calls me. “I don’t need help, I need the burn salve.” The air shifts to become more tense. “You burned?” He asks baffled, and I can’t help but snort— does he think coffee is made with cold water?
“It was coffee, Logan. Not an iced latte.” I roll up my sleeve, and stare at the red skin that’s tender. “f**k,” Logan rasps, and reaches for the first aid kit in front of me on his desk, and starts taking out every single thing. I touch his arm, “Just— let me.” I sigh as I watch him throw the salve I need onto his table.
He didn’t even see it, as if he didn’t know what it looks like— and everyone knows what it looks like.
Logan
