He was about to tell her that it was fine - that there was nothing to worry about. He’d laughed it off as best he could, but she was over by his side in an instant, appraising the cut and telling him that she could fix it. Eisen arched an eyebrow. She could fix it? How? He watched her as she pulled the glove off her hand and confusion etched itself even deeper through his features as that same hand raised itself to his face and touched his lip.
This was awkward for many, many reasons. For one, he didn’t feel the searing pain of a split lip anymore. In its place was an odd warm sensation that could easily be explained away as the warm sensation he felt whenever she touched him. This, though...this was different because coupled with that warm sensation was...no. No, that wasn’t possible. He reached his hand up to touch where her fingers had been to find that the cut was gone. Blinking hard, Eisen brushed his fingers tentatively over it again and tried to figure out exactly what had happened. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, really. She’d healed the cut.
Impossible had always been somewhat relative to Eisen. Hell, he could understand any language anyone ever spoke to him. If he could do that, was it really impossible that Lexie could heal wounds? No. It wasn’t.
That didn’t change, however, that this arose about a billion questions in his mind. He looked down to ask any one of them...any one of them, and was instantly silenced by exactly how close she was to him. There were so many ways that this could go wrong. So, so many ways. But Eisen’s rational brain was silenced by the fact that this was Lexie. The girl he’d been head over heels for since high school. He let a nervous half-smile fall across his face before he reached a hand up to touch her cheek.
And then...he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.