things because they want to.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” I said wiping the dried blood from his face.
He closed his eyes and his tense muscles relaxed.
“What is it with us and showers?” he suddenly grinned.
I laughed. “This has been a very eventful two days. But Siva,” I said and he opened his violet eyes to meet my gold ones. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Good,” he smiled and closed his eyes again.
I added some sort of fancy body wash to the cloth and began to scrub his body. Seeing all those scars crisscrossing his body broke my heart. I wanted to ask him about them but I figured I could wait. I didn’t want to push him too far.
I was scrubbing his very, muscular, chest when I noticed a tattoo over his breast bone.
Saia.
Jealousy bubbled like a hideous monster in my chest. I was thankful that he had his eyes closed so he couldn’t see my face. I was sure it was contorted in some form of jealousy. What could this girl have meant to him if he had her name tattooed on his chest? She had to mean something to him.
I knew then that I wanted to mean something to him. I wanted to hold a special place in his heart. Even after only two days he already held a special place in mine.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?” I asked.
“Please,” he said.
I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered it onto my hands. I dug my fingernails into his scalp and gently massaged.
He moaned. “That feels great.”
I smiled. I scrubbed his scalp for a couple more minutes and he hummed pleasantly in the back of his throat.
“Can you stand so I can rinse the soap out?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said and stood up from the bench.
His muscular chest was suddenly directly in front of my face and I swallowed thickly. He was gorgeous. Model gorgeous. Siva had to be the most handsome man alive. I wanted to run my fingers over the contour of his abs, over his muscular arms.
Siva was tall. Really tall compared to my five foot three inches. He had to be six foot four of tall, lean, perfect, man.
Sloane, scolded my conscious.
I swallowed and climbed up on the bench so tha t I could reach his head better.
He smiled at me, his perfect white teeth gleaming.
“I’m short,” I shrugged.
The soap suds gradually disappeared from his thick, black, hair.
“All done,” I smiled.
“Thanks,” he said.
I turned the shower off and opened the glass door. I grabbed a towel and tossed it to Siva and then grabbed one for myself.
“Aspirin, and antibacterial ointment?” I asked him.
He grinned and pointed to a closet door. I opened it up and found a little mini pharmacy inside. He had a surplus supplies of everything. I grabbed the bottle of aspirin and ointment. He had a cup beside his sink and I filled it with water and handed him two pills. He chugged them down and handed the cup back to me.
“Anything else Dr. Campbell?” he joked.
“Sit,” I said motioning to the toilet.
He put the lid down and sat eyeing me.
I squirted some of the ointment onto my finger and gently dabbed at his cuts.
“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” I whispered.
He jumped as if startled.
“Really?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I worry about you. Even more so now,” I said motioning to his face as I put the cap back on the ointment.
“No one’s ever worried about me before,” he said and sounded like a lost little boy.
“I don’t believe that,” I said.
“It’s true,” he laughed cynically.
I put the ointment and medicine away and turned back to him.
“I think you can manage to get your own clothes on,” I said and started to shiver from the cold.
“Are you sure you don’t want to help me?” he grinned.
“I’m sure,” I said shaking with cold.
His face turned concerned. “You better get some dry clothes on before you get sick.”
“Yeah,” I said turning to leave. I looked back. “You’ll be okay?” I asked.
“I’m not as drunk as I looked,” he said softly.
“Really?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” I said wiping the dried blood from his face.
He closed his eyes and his tense muscles relaxed.
“What is it with us and showers?” he suddenly grinned.
I laughed. “This has been a very eventful two days. But Siva,” I said and he opened his violet eyes to meet my gold ones. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Good,” he smiled and closed his eyes again.
I added some sort of fancy body wash to the cloth and began to scrub his body. Seeing all those scars crisscrossing his body broke my heart. I wanted to ask him about them but I figured I could wait. I didn’t want to push him too far.
I was scrubbing his very, muscular, chest when I noticed a tattoo over his breast bone.
Saia.
Jealousy bubbled like a hideous monster in my chest. I was thankful that he had his eyes closed so he couldn’t see my face. I was sure it was contorted in some form of jealousy. What could this girl have meant to him if he had her name tattooed on his chest? She had to mean something to him.
I knew then that I wanted to mean something to him. I wanted to hold a special place in his heart. Even after only two days he already held a special place in mine.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?” I asked.
“Please,” he said.
I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered it onto my hands. I dug my fingernails into his scalp and gently massaged.
He moaned. “That feels great.”
I smiled. I scrubbed his scalp for a couple more minutes and he hummed pleasantly in the back of his throat.
“Can you stand so I can rinse the soap out?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said and stood up from the bench.
His muscular chest was suddenly directly in front of my face and I swallowed thickly. He was gorgeous. Model gorgeous. Siva had to be the most handsome man alive. I wanted to run my fingers over the contour of his abs, over his muscular arms.
Siva was tall. Really tall compared to my five foot three inches. He had to be six foot four of tall, lean, perfect, man.
Sloane, scolded my conscious.
I swallowed and climbed up on the bench so tha t I could reach his head better.
He smiled at me, his perfect white teeth gleaming.
“I’m short,” I shrugged.
The soap suds gradually disappeared from his thick, black, hair.
“All done,” I smiled.
“Thanks,” he said.
I turned the shower off and opened the glass door. I grabbed a towel and tossed it to Siva and then grabbed one for myself.
“Aspirin, and antibacterial ointment?” I asked him.
He grinned and pointed to a closet door. I opened it up and found a little mini pharmacy inside. He had a surplus supplies of everything. I grabbed the bottle of aspirin and ointment. He had a cup beside his sink and I filled it with water and handed him two pills. He chugged them down and handed the cup back to me.
“Anything else Dr. Campbell?” he joked.
“Sit,” I said motioning to the toilet.
He put the lid down and sat eyeing me.
I squirted some of the ointment onto my finger and gently dabbed at his cuts.
“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” I whispered.
He jumped as if startled.
“Really?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I worry about you. Even more so now,” I said motioning to his face as I put the cap back on the ointment.
“No one’s ever worried about me before,” he said and sounded like a lost little boy.
“I don’t believe that,” I said.
“It’s true,” he laughed cynically.
I put the ointment and medicine away and turned back to him.
“I think you can manage to get your own clothes on,” I said and started to shiver from the cold.
“Are you sure you don’t want to help me?” he grinned.
“I’m sure,” I said shaking with cold.
His face turned concerned. “You better get some dry clothes on before you get sick.”
“Yeah,” I said turning to leave. I looked back. “You’ll be okay?” I asked.
“I’m not as drunk as I looked,” he said softly.
“Really?”
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