fine," I hissed, yanking his arm towards me. He hissed back at me in response, jerking forward over his injured arm, looking down at it instead of me. Our foreheads were nearly touching. The rain had seeped through us both entirely, me in my flimsy after work clothes and him in his jeans. His hair was matted to his forehead, changing the way I saw his face, accentuating his jawline more than I’d ever seen it do so before. I tore my eyes away quickly.