It's Getting Better In The Wrong Situations
Van and I sat outside the police station. The officer had allowed us to be outside while they discussed the issue. I iced Van’s bleeding lip and nose while he stared angrily at my face.
“I’m okay.â? I assured him for the hundredth time.
“He hit you.â? Van hissed.
“And I’m okay. I swear. Are you okay?â?
Van nodded still glaring. He cradled my chin in his hand gently. “It’s swelling.â?
“It’s fine.â? I pecked his cheek sweetly and he blushed like a little girl. Van looked down at the ground, hiding his face from me. “How’s your lip?â? I asked randomly.
“It still kind of hurts. But not that much.â? He was trying to be the big man. Okay, okay, I understand. Just to stun him, I leaned forward and kissed his lips for a second.
“Does it still hurt now?â?
“Naw.â? He grabbed my face and kissed me again, smiling this time. I could feel him practically melting beneath me. I closed my eyes, kissing him one more time. “All better.â?