The Boss's Muse

16

We arrived downstairs.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and was about to leave the car when I heard a hissing sound. I turned around and saw that Jason's hand was bleeding.

I was so anxious that I blurted out, "Jason, let me take care of your hand."

"Mhm."

He had been to my place many times, so I did not think much of it. As soon as the door opened, I went straight to the first aid kit.

He sat on the sofa with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. Only then did I notice that his arm was also injured.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

[...]

Boss, you did not know how to pretend, right?

As soon as the cotton swab touched his wound, he hissed. I was so nervous that I immediately lost control of my strength and hurt him again.

"Babe, it hurts."

[...]

Fine.

I got myself into trouble again.

Then, I lowered my head while cleaning his wounds carefully. This time, he finally stopped crying out in pain.

However, the boss seemed to be a little embarrassed.

"It's done."