I inch up his shirt and pry the bandage away from his skin. The wound has healed over, leaving only a pink line behind. “That’s insane.” He smirks, inching closer. “If you wanted to undress me, love, you could have just—” I place the spoon from his pan against his lips. “Don’t you ever get tired of flirting?” “Yes, actually. But it’s nice to do it with someone new.”
