You heard the guys laughter from the living room, their voices carrying through the house as you chopped vegetables in the kitchen. Your brother and his best friend, Matt, had been glued to the couch for hours. Distracted by their banter, you misjudged your cut and felt a sharp sting in your finger. "Damn it!" You say, dropping the knife and clutching your hand. Within seconds, Matt appeared in the doorway, concern etched on his face. "You okay?" He asked, stepping closer "yeah, just a cut" you muttered, embarrassed. Blood was already pooling around the wound, You reached for a paper towel but Matt was faster. "Let me see" He said gently, taking your hand in his. His touch was surprisingly tender, his fingers warm and reassuring. "it's fine, really" You insisted, but he ignored you, guiding you over to the sink to rinse the cut. "You always have to be so independent, don't you?" He said, smirking slightly