~ Zoie’s POV ~

“Ash! Hold on, stop moving!”

Zoie was laughing and giggling as she held onto Asher’s hand. They were sitting on the floor of their living room. The first aid kit was next to them, as well as a bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey. Zoie had a cleaning cloth in her hand and she was trying to clean Asher’s knuckles. Asher kept grimacing and pulling his hand away, making it difficult for Zoie.

“We don’t need to do anything to it. It’s fine. Just put a band-aid or something,” he argued, but Zoie was adamant. She held onto his hand tightly and slowly and carefully cleaned the...