You sit at the corner of Adrian's desk. He looks up briefly, giving you a smile before looking back at his work. You pick up one of the pages he finished writing on.
"Ow!" You yelp, dropping the paper. There's a cut on your finger, deep enough to bleed a little. Adrian looks up, startled.
"What's wrong?" He asks, concerned.
"Just a papercut. Nothing too bad," you say sheepishly. You shake the pain from your hand. Adrian smiles a little. "May I see the cut?" He asks. You nod, giving him your hand. He looks at the cut. He grabs a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit, and wipes the blood from the cut. Then he places his finger on the injury. You bite your lip. Instantly, the cut heals. "Better?" Adrian asks you, his eyes soft. You smile. "Yeah, but a quick kiss would make it a LOT better," you reply, placing your newly healed hand on his. "Well, if it makes you feel better..." He says, a look of mock thought on his face.
"It does," you confirm. You lean toward him. He meets you halfway, pressing his lips against yours. You stroke Adrian's arm. Satisfied, you pull back. "Now I feel much better," you murmur.
"Good," Adrian says softly, barely containing his smile.
