She opened the door to find him on the doorstep. He was sopping wet from the light rain and bruised up.
"What... What happened to you?" She grabbed his arm softly and led him inside.
"I was," he sat on a kitchen chair as she wrapped a towel around him, "I was walking home and I slipped. I slipped on the rain. I fell straight into a pole." He looked a little embarrassed to admit it.
"Oh honey...." She lightly touched his face and he flinched, "Let me wash this cut."
She pulled peroxide out of the cabinet and poured some on a washcloths, dabbing it in his forehead. It bubbled on the blood and he sucked in a breath.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I know it hurts."
He placed his hand over hers and looked up. For a moment, he said nothing, until the pain of the peroxide stung through the numbing effects of the original pain.
"There, it's all clean. I'll put a big bandaid on it."
He watched her climb to reach the bandaids on the top shelf. "How did I end up with someone like you?"
She opened the package and pressed the bandaid lightly on his face, "What do you mean?"
"You're caring and sweet. You've always loved and always believed in me wholeheartedly. I'm just a lost puppy but I still have you. It doesn't make sense. The guys like me never get the girls like you."
"Hey, this isn't a movie, and if it was it'd be a good one because it deviates from the common crap you always see. Besides, I think you're the perfect guy, and that I'm the one that doesn't deserve you. So let's stay in this perpetual space where we believe we both don't deserve each other but stay because we know it'd be wrong to go."
He paused for a moment, smiling.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You. You're smart too, and cute."
She blushed. "Yeah, well, you're cute too." She kissed his cheek and then his lips, "How about you go change and I'll make you some warm soup?"
"That would be lovely, thank you."
