Placing my cup on the table beside Reid’s, I move closer until I’m practically leaning over him. I slip my hand over his shoulder and press two fingers to his neck, looking for a pulse, when I’m yanked off my feet and pinned beneath Reid’s hard body.
I open my mouth to shout when I spot all the blood.
“What the fuck? Reid, look at me.” Sliding a hand under his chin, I tilt his head up, making him moan in the process. When I get a good look at his battered face, I curse.
“Jesus, what happened?” I graze my thumb gently over his cheekbone. His breathing speeds up as his eyes snap to my mouth before he dips his head and presses his lips to mine.
He swallows down my protests, his tongue demanding entrance, and in my confusion over just what the fuck is happening, I give it to him.
He tastes of beer and blood, not an appealing flavor in theory, and yet, I can’t seem to break away. I slide my hands up over the corded muscles of his back and moan into his mouth before he abruptly snatches his mouth from mine.
He stares at me like he’s not seeing me for a moment. That’s when I notice the gash he has on his forehead and the jagged split through his left eyebrow.
“Reid, you’re hurt. Let me clean you up, okay,” I coax as soothingly as I can. He seems disorientated as fuck. I don’t know what the gash on his head is from, but head injuries can be tricky things even if they seem innocent on the outside.
“Hey, look at me. You’re okay now. You’re at home. I’m going to get the first aid kit and patch you up, all right?”
He continues to stare at me before nodding jerkily and rolling over enough for me to slide out from under him.
The first aid kit is on the table where he left it last night, so I grab it and place it on the floor next to the sofa before moving quickly down the hall to the bathroom. I rummage through the bathroom cabinet and find a prescription for some pain meds for Kai Reid. Interesting. I just assumed his name was Reid. I store that information away for later and collect a couple of clean towels. I soak one and wring it out as tightly as I can so I don’t drip water all through the apartment and make my way back to Reid, who hasn’t moved from his spot.
“Here, I found these.” I hand him the pain meds and sit on the end of the sofa beside him, watching as he pops the lid and swallows a couple of pills down dry.
“What happened?” I ask softly as he sits forward and twists to face me.
I lift the wet towel and use it to clean the blood from his face.
“Some assholes thinking they had strength in numbers. They learned a lesson about knowing their enemies.” He shrugs, grunting with the movement.
I toss the bloody towel on the floor before leaning over and inspecting the cuts on his face.
“The one on your head doesn’t look too bad now that I’ve cleaned it up, but I’ll need to glue the one on your eyebrow closed,” I warn him. He nods, so I open up the kit and play doctor for him as he did for me the night before.
He sits quietly, not making a sound or even flinching as I work. Once I’ve applied the glue, I purse my lips and blow softly over it, which causes him to groan. I stop and bite my lip, feeling kind of awkward. This feels intimate, a thought that is quickly confirmed when he leans over and lifts me onto his lap so my thighs straddle his, and he pulls me in tightly for a hug.
Unsure what to do, it takes me a while to reciprocate, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his shoulder. I run my fingers through his hair in a soothing motion until he relaxes under me completely.
“I know you are supposed to be showing me my new apartment today, but you need some rest first. Let’s get you into bed for a few hours and take things from there?” He pulls back and looks at me, studying my face intently.
“You are even more beautiful than I dreamed you’d be,” he declares, making me blush. I laugh awkwardly, not sure how to respond.