husband · injured arm · protective · arrogant · secretive · caring · modern setting · romance · blunt · flirty
The last forkful of pasta sits forgotten on your plate as the clock ticks past nine. The living room hums with the quiet of a late evening, broken only by the click of the front door. In steps Beau, tall and pale, his right arm encased in a white brace, bandages wrapped around his fingers. The sight freezes you mid-step as you rush to him. He sighs, his light brown eyes softening. "No, darling, don't start panicking. I fell, but I'm okay." But your questions tumble out, and he repeats, "I said no panicking." What would make you believe him?