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"No big deal," he absolves me, even as his face scrunches in pain.
"Let me put some ice on it," I offer, twisting toward the kitchenette.
He clamps his hand down on my wrist, locking me in place.
"Please don't make a scene," he says urgently, placing his mouth near my ear. "You'll get in trouble, and I'm fine. Really."
"Are you sure? It's pretty red." Please don't blister, I beg his scalp.
"Yeah. Come on, do the other side so I don't come out lopsided," he grins.
"You sure you trust me?" Hell, I'm not sure I trust me.
A/N: Now why on earth should he trust her? It's a double dip day! Read on... ~BOH