Bleeding? He touched his hand to his nose and felt wetness. Crimson drops clung to his fingers.
Clare was fishing through her backpack. "Here."
Tissues. He held one to his face. This was just
great. Maybe he could pee his pants next.
I have no clue exactly what goes through a guys head but if I had to guess it would be exactly like it is with the boys in this series. At least I hope. No other author makes me laugh and fall in love with guys for the strangest reasons like Brigid Kemmerer does.
Hunter, in my mind, is no Gabriel, but he ain't too shabby either.