Page 51 of We're At It Again

“That does not make it better.”

Ignoring her, I opened the kit and grabbed everything I needed. She pulled her head away as I reached to hold her face.

“It has to be done, Snow.” She shook her head. I’d forgotten how difficult she could be. Always the nurse, but never the patient. “Do you know Eli once broke his arm from jumping off a ceiling?”

“What?”

I chuckled at the memory.

“We were fifteen and his older brother came to visit from college. Eli worshipped the ground he walked on and wanted to be cool in front of his big brother.”

“What does his brother have to do with him falling off a roof?”

I had to hold back a smirk, as I knew I had her distracted. Her guard was down, and I took that as my chance to clean up her cut.

“His brother used to do these insane stunts and I may have dared Eli to jump off with his skateboard and into the swimming pool.”

I gripped the side of her face as I dabbed at her cut. She didn’t even wince.

“Of course you did.” She said, invested in my story. “Did he make the jump?”

I dabbed at her cut a few more times before pulling away with a satisfied grin.

“No,” I said. “Because it never happened.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

I closed the first aid kit and slid it back inside the truck.

“Your cut is clean.”

She lifted her hand to her cut so fast she almost slapped herself. Her eyes widened.

“You distracted me.”

I folded my arms across my chest.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

She feigned anger, but the glimmer in her eyes contradicted her.

“Your mom used to do that when we were kids.”

My expression softened. I reached out, my fingers tracing the edge of the cut.

“It worked every time.”

Our eyes met; nostalgia stretched between us. I leaned in, my gaze never leaving hers. Her eyes were void of hesitation. As our lips were about to meet, the exit door burst open.

“Luna, are you okay?” Maya asked, rushing over.

We sprang apart, both of us had reddened cheeks. Maya bit her lip once she realized what she’d interrupted.

“I’m fine.” Luna said after an awkward silence.

I cleared my throat, disappointed at what might have happened if Maya hadn’t walked out.

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