Chương 89: ~°~Chapter Eighty-nine~°~

I try to roll off the bed, knowing what is coming but Virgil effortlessly stops me with a hand.

"Where do you think you're going?" He murmurs in my ear making me shiver.

"I'm not five, kissing it better doesn't work." I try to reason, anticipation thrumming at my fingertips.

"Judge after I'm done." He says seriously, arms wrapped tight around me like he can predict I'm about to make a break for it.

I try my hardest to not flinch when his soft lips make contact but the anticipation burns too high so it's inevitable, it tingles immediately, the sore feeling fading into the background.

It might actually be feeling better but I don't think this is what was had in mind when people wanted to kiss hurts better.

I worry at my lip while he takes his time, kissing the bruise better, it's almost ridiculous but I can't laugh because it doesn't feel funny.

He finally moves up so that he's face to face with me and I mock glare at him.