JJ shook his head. "Nope. At least not that I can think of. Never physically. Just you."
Collins didn't say anything, she wasn't really sure what to. She'd never thrown a punch at someone in her life until she started hanging out with the Pogues. What do you usually say when someone tells you that they've never had someone punch another person for them before? You're welcome? 
She began pouring some alcohol onto a cotton ball and carefully touching it to JJ's wound to shut him up for a bit. His face twisted at the sting, but he held still and took the pain and savored it, because he liked Collins's delicate touch. Collins blotted his lip with the gauze one last time and then she was finally finished. 
"Can you lift up your shirt for me?" She requested politely. 
JJ stared at her, dumbfounded for a second before glancing over to the open entryway into her room. "Okay," he drawled, so this was happening now. He had to admit, he thought it would take more than a simple thank you for defending his honor to seduce Collins Jacobson but he supposed he'd gathered that she was a girl who appreciated the simple things in life. Raising his brows at her, still in awe of what was going on, JJ asked, "Do you wanna maybe close the door first?"
Collins cast him a blank look. "I need you to lift up your shirt so I can check for any broken ribs, you goof."
JJ frowned upon the sudden turn of events he had hoped they were on, much to his disappointment. He shifted his body position on the bed so that he was now laying down with his head on her pillow, and lifted his shirt up for her with a big sigh. "Collins Jacobson, you're killing me here."
There was entertained expression on her face, then as she turned her attention to JJ's exposed abdomen, Collins felt her mouth go dry. It wasn't just because JJ Maybank was fit and carved like a stone cut marble statue, his tan skin reflecting contours that had an undeniable allure to them. Part of the reason why Collins felt like she was holding her breath without even realizing it was because she was suddenly putting her hands on his body in a completely personal, yet unintentionally intimate manner. Her fingertips hovered over his skin for only a split second, but in those fleeting moments, it was as though the boy and girl had become frozen with anticipation, and at first touch, millions of nerve endings were going haywire at the sensation. 
Collins examined the red marks on JJ's stomach with a grimace on her face, knowing that there must've been pain to her touch as she felt the splotches littered across his body. She carefully applied some pressure with two fingers, and watched JJ's expression observantly. 
"Does that hurt?" She asked him quietly, the silence in the room was deafening. JJ shook his head, wordless, but his eyes were still trained on her every move. Moving her hands to a different area on his torso, Collins performed the same actions. "What about that?"
"Didn't even feel it." JJ murmured. He did, it hurt like a bitch, but how on earth could he have felt anything remotely resembling pain when Collins Jacobson was touching him? His brain couldn't receive any signals of trauma because it was too preoccupied with the tingles of Collins's gentle touch. Being touched by her was like being graced by an angel, which explained why he felt like he'd just been blessed just being at the tips of her fingers. "Not in a bad way either like it's numb or anything. Just doesn't hurt much."
There was a small tug at the corners of Collins's lips. "That's good. That means no broken ribs." 
"Lucky me." JJ cheered softly. 
Collins began to move to take her hands away, but at the loss of skin on skin contact, JJ swiftly grabbed her by the hands, and gently placed them back on his body. "JJ--" Collins felt her cheeks heat up, like all the warmth she was feeling under her palms was transferring directly to her face. She felt like she could practically feel JJ's blood rushing under his skin, that was how close they were- well, as close as one could get to already touching, but it was more than Collins had ever experienced.