"Still hurting?" I ask softly. Even though I applied some ointment to his bruise, the blue mark is still quite visible. I'm puzzled about where the blood came from earlier. When I inquire, Andrew just shrugs his shoulders. He even winces at times, but then his mischievous grin appears after I'm done tending to him.

"I just bang into the steering wheel quite often. Just to keep you worried," he says, giving me a teasing smirk and a sarcastic glance. As I'm about to step away, Andrew pulls me ...