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He turned his head, his lips brushing against her temple. “That’s not what I’m worried about scarring.”

“Why do you keep this old thing?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “The plastic ones work better.”

He didn't answer with words. He slid his hand up, cupping the back of her neck, and pulled her down to him. The kiss was not the frantic, desperate kind that had started the argument. It was deep, slow, and searching—a question and an answer at the same time. -SexArt- Rika Fane - First Aid Kit -14.06.2023-

“It’s not deep,” she whispered. “It won’t scar.”

She took a fresh cotton ball, dabbed it with iodine, and began to paint the wound. The brownish liquid stained his skin, sealing the edges of the cut. He finally looked up at her. Her face was in shadow, but her eyes caught the last of the sunlight—two points of hazel fire. He turned his head, his lips brushing against her temple

Rika opened the kit with a soft click . Inside, the arrangement was meticulous: gauze, medical tape, a small bottle of iodine, cotton balls, a pair of blunt-tipped scissors. She pulled out an antiseptic wipe, tearing the packet open with her teeth.

“This will sting,” she murmured.

“Then fix this part,” she said.