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“It’s not deep,” she whispered. “It won’t scar.”

Elias hesitated, his jaw tight. The scrape on his side stung, a physical echo of the sharper cuts they’d inflicted with words. He pushed off from the wall and walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He sat on the floor between her knees, his back resting against the footboard of the bed. He wouldn't look at her. -SexArt- Rika Fane - First Aid Kit -14.06.2023-

“This will sting,” she murmured.

The silence that followed was different. It wasn't the angry silence of before, nor the empty silence of after. It was a listening silence. “It’s not deep,” she whispered

She took a fresh cotton ball, dabbed it with iodine, and began to paint the wound. The brownish liquid stained his skin, sealing the edges of the cut. He finally looked up at her. Her face was in shadow, but her eyes caught the last of the sunlight—two points of hazel fire. He pushed off from the wall and walked

She set the iodine aside and reached for a roll of gauze. “Lean forward,” she said.