"Fuck." Miles swore as he poured alcohol on his cut hand.
He looked at Charlie. "...Why are you blushing?"
Charlie's head snapped up in response and quickly dismissed that she was hot.
They had hidden in a tiny shack to keep from breathing in all of the debris from the bridge they had blown as an escape tactic. Miles had cut his hand during the scuffle.
"...Do you need help?" Charlie hesitated as she watched Miles concentrating on stitching up his hand.
He looked at her, then back at his hand. He seemed opposed to the idea of her help and chose not to answer her before going back to haphazardly mutilating his wound.
"Shit!" he hissed as a stitch broke.
Charlie's blush returned. She cautiously crouched down next to Miles and took his hand in her own, pulling the needle from the other. His eyes locked on hers.
"You're blushing again."
It was a statement. Charlie ignored him, but poked a little harder on her next stitch.
"Fuck," Miles winced in pain.
Charlie's blush deepened. Miles figured it out.
"You blush when I swear," he assessed with a smirk.
"I don't." Charlie retorted.
"Oh yeah?" Miles taunted her and looked deep into her eyes. "Well fucking hell."
Charlie finished his stitches, her face glowing. She tried to turn away but he caught her chin with his good hand and made her meet his dark eyes.
"I knew it." he was smug as he whispered, "I bet I can make you blush harder."
This is a preliminary story, as I am new here. Let me know what you guys think and if you want to read more!