Naughty.

_Micini’s POV_

I try to steady my shaky hands as I reached for the first aid kit, my thoughts running at a million miles per hour.

He got shot. Nico got shot this night. How did he get shot? Where did he go?

Natalie's words earlier come to mind and I realize I truly don't know Saint.

Grabbing the first aid kit, I walk back to him, ignoring his dark gaze on me.

“Take off your shirt.” I mumble, my eyes on the blood patch on his shoulder.

"Baby, if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was to ask.” He chuckles and my cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

"I didn't mean it that way. I need to clean the wound.” I say just to clarify and he chuckles once more.

Saint tries to raise his wounded hands but groans instead, his face filled with pain.

“Don't take it off. I would do it my self." I say stopping him, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as I stared at him sadly.

He was in so much pain but was trying to hide it.

“Why are you crying? Silly girl." Saint scolds me and I sniffle.