“Dom, hold still,” Seth groaned and grabbed Dom’s chin to hold him in place. Approaching Dom’s face with scissors was so stressful, Seth’s heart thudded in his chest. The wound seemed to heal well, and since the swelling was down, it was about time to remove the ugly blue stitches from Dom’s face. Unfortunately it wasn’t the most beautiful sight, but Seth would never tell him that. Knowing Dom, he was already thinking about it too much. There was a mirror in the bathroom, and even though Seth would have liked to remove it, Domenico would probably interpret it in the worst way possible. He could be so touchy about his looks.

“I am still,” Dom said, moving his face again.