“You stitched up yourself?” I say, trying to grasp what I’ve just heard.
“No, an ER nurse teleported to Big Bear to double-stitch this shit,” he says, taking me in his arms.
“You might have lost a lot of blood,” I say, “but I see you still have that same old lovely attitude.”
“I need it to survive you,” he says with a wink. He’s so fucking hot when he’s injured and being a prick. I mean, really. Totally. Fucking. Edible.
“I need to clean and re-bandage this before I get in the shower,” he says. “Don’t worry, Tris, it’ll leave a scar but won’t cause any permanent damage.”
“Is this your professional opinion?” I say, suddenly upset with him for having been so reckless all his adult life.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” he says. “Seen my share of warzone stitch-ups.”
I’m not sure he realizes these things are not common to most people. If he weren’t hurt already, I’d smack him in the head.
“I have a million questions, Tanner,” I tell him, kissing his pecs. “But I don’t want to press. You’ve been through a lot.”
He laughs. “A lot, huh?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Never mind that,” he says. “I only have one question.”
“Just one? That’s a big number for you. What is it?”
“Is my hearing working? Did I hear you tell your father you love me?”
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