Lyric’s P.O.V

“Hey,” I leaned back against the doorjamb. “Patch me up?”

She made a very tiny movement in her face and crinkled her eyebrows at me. “Why?”

“Because I’m injured,” I pointed towards my knuckles and towards my busted lip. “And I don’t know how to patch up a slit lip.”

“And I was the only one that came to your mind?” She crossed her hands over her chest, pushing up her breasts further. She wasn’t all big and rounded, but I ...