“Shit, I’m sorry!” I tried pulling away, remembering his injured side. “It’s fine,” he assured me, not letting go. His hand fisted around my hair, tugging my head back so he could kiss me. “Your side,” I gasped into his mouth. “It’s already healing. Shut up and let me kiss you,” he simply grumbled, his lips coaxing my mouth open so his tongue could slide against mine.
