"No, I won't. " Willow bit out, her tone almost amused by her own exasperation. " you may enjoy lying here staring at the stars, but I'm not that patient."
He clenched his jaw, then released her, his concerns growing that she might catch a cold from lying on the damn grass.
Without a word, Willow sat up quickly, her movements sharp and purposeful.
When she looked back at him, their eyes locked for a moment. She noticed the cautious uncertainty in his expression.
She didn't leave as she could have . Instead, she helped him to his feet, guiding him back to his wheelchair with gentle assurance.
"Let's go inside and get that cleaned up?" she said, her voice calmer now.
By the time she wheeled him into the living room, her nerves had settled , though the weight of the evening still hung in the air.
She retrieved the first aid kit, her hands steady as she carefully examined the wound on his arm.
