WHAT A SLEAZEBAG

She hung her head as if she was wronged and the blood boiling within his nerves cooled down ; his eyes filled up with affection as he grabbed her hand and led her to the window. "Sit, okay?" he lifted her up and made her sit on the desk; making sure that she was alright he took out his water bottle.

Twisting the cap open he used it to wet the kerchief; after squeezing out the excessive water he sat on his knees and started to wipe the wounds on her face. His actions were gentle as if he was cleansing a baby; with all his scariness and coldness shuttered out the boy looked like a little lover taking care of his lady love. After he was done cleaning her knees, he lifted his head to ask, "Where else did she touch you?" 

She showed him her elbows where she had given her a scratch; he re- drenched the cloth and wiped off her elbows, then her slender neck and her knee