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It’s not a shock that Andrew is over my house for yet another evening of movies and expensive liquor (that was courtesy of him). It’s become a common thing, normally on Saturdays or Sundays, though today is a Thursday, a shoot ended with us crashing at my place.
“This movie sucks.” He grumbles as I kick my legs up into his lap.
“It’s alright.” I shrug, tipping my head to rest against the back of the couch.
“You’re too nice, Lim.” Andrew pats my knee as he lets out a quiet sigh. He looks tired and his eyes are drooping ever so slightly.
“Do you want to stay here tonight? You look too tired to make it back to your place.” I yawn and he gives me a raised eyebrow in return, followed by a half-nod.
I give him a smile before pulling at my collar, trying to loosen it around my neck. Andrew shifts and leans forward, grabbing my hand before I can remove it from my clothing. His free hand presses a gentle finger to the fragment of an exposed bandage on my chest.
“What is that?” His tone is strong and serious.
“Oh, it’s just a bandage.” I say, lifting my shirt properly to show it to him.
“What-...?” He stops, touching the wrap lightly. “Who hurt you?” He asks quietly.
“Oh-...” I’m taken off guard. “I-... Well, my sister’s boyfriend is a bit of a brute. He was being a total dickhead and well… I got in a bit of a fight with him.” I turn to look away from him.
Andrew shifts, moving his hand from atop mine to the couch next to me and his other hand moves from the bandage, resting on the back of the couch. I look back at him just as he presses a kiss to the center of my chest. My face flickers with pain for a split second as his mouth comes in contact with the bruise.
I relax after a moment and Andrew looks up at me, giving a lazy smile for only a second before leaning back against the couch.
“Be more careful.” He closes his eyes as my hand moves to rest over my chest.
“I’ll try.”