Nicole
F*ck it hurt punching someone in the face. I looked at my hands, my left one wasn’t so bad, in fact it was just a twinge. My right hand, however, my knuckles were so swollen. David looked it over again and said it wasn’t broken, just really bruised and swollen. I sat at the table with a dishcloth wrapped with ice on my knuckles as I instructed David on how to make the cherry tarts he wanted.
Liam came over and leaned down to kiss me. He showed me his pink salad and that sh*t looked really good. I don’t know what David’s complaint is. He picked up my hand and gently kissed my bruised knuckles over the wrap.
“That was so s*xy, Angel. Never have I had anyone claim me with so much vigor and so loudly,” he chuckled.
I giggled, “Well, I was not lying when I said you’re all
