<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra felt a little relieved when Blake said it didn't hurt. She was pretty sure it had to hurt, even if just a little, while she pulled the shards of glass off his skin. It looked pretty bad, and Cassandra hoped that nothing would get infected. She was, naturally, going to clean it carefully and bandage whatever looked more serious. Everything would be all right. There was nothing to worry about. THe blood on her fingertips made her a little uneasy, but not particularly  disgusted. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"I'm sorry, baby"</span>, she murmured when he admitted pulling the latest shard had hurt.<br/><br/>While she worked carefully to make sure everything would be fine, Cassandra thought about Blake. Naturally, she thought about him a lot, but she was more concerned now. It seemed like ever since they had set foot in the house, things hadn't be going well for him. The cats, that crazy lady, the glass, and his general uneasiness. She really hoped it was nothing but coincidences. They had just moved and were probably stressed and reading more into things than they should. After some time out and relaxing, everything would be all right.<br/><br/>When Blake talked about when they had met, Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle. He had saved her ass that day. Her car had decided to give up on her without any prior order. She remembered the car she drove back then - a blue Beetle - was extremely temperamental. Like a toddler, she used to joke. She had already started crying when Blake stopped by and helped her. She had made a very clumsy attempt at flirting - <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">God, I was terrible</span></span>, she thought - and somehow it had worked well enough for them to exchange numbers. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"A handsome man an a desperate situation can work wonders for someone's love life - haven't you ever watched a rom com?"</span>, she joked, watching as Blake pulled some glass from his hair and running her fingers carefully through the strands to check for more.<br/><br/>Cassandra was making an honest attempt not to get overly stressed. She wanted to tell herself that it was just her imagination and that things would go back to normal soon. As soon as they got home, they would finish making it more homely for them both, and things would fall into track. That was their house, now, and they would stay in there. Nothing would drive them away. They would stay, make the house their new home and raise their family, no matter how small, in there. That was it.<br/><br/>Smiling to Blake, Cassandra leaned forward and kissed his lips kindly. "I love more than I can possibly put in words", she whispered before leaning back to a straight position. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"I'll clean that up and we'll leave for our adventure. Deal?"</span>, she completed. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Let it be known that I'll require one night at some nice hotel after the adventure part, for absolutely no reason other than <span style="font-style: italic">because I want to</span>"</span>, she completed with a grin before standing up to get rid of the glass and bring in some hand sanitizer and rubbing alcohol with some cotton discs to make sure everything would be clean.</div>