“Hold still,” I say as I take her hand in mine. Once again, the static zips between us, and I try to remember if the rugs in the house usually cause so much electricity. “It’s going to sting a little.”

She hisses at the touch of the alcohol pad, and on instinct I bring her hand to my mouth and blow gently on the cut. Thankfully, it’s not deep, but even a little scratch like this should be treated.

“Let me bandage this up, and I’ll take you home, okay?” I say, and her cheeks turn pink before she nods.

“Just please don’t tell Dalton I was crying,” she says...