“Oh my god, Steve. Your eye.” u say as u remove the ice pack.
“It’s just bump.” He grins.
“A bump? Honey, it’s a huge black eye. It’s meer like an egg.” u say.
“Old Man can still pack a punch, huh?”
“Steve, u need to get out of there.” u say matter-of-factly.
“I got nowhere to go.”
“You can stay with the Curtises. of me. I just don’t like seeing u hurt.” u whisper.
“I’d rather it be me than you.” He says.
