Rick’s men possibly being so close.
Kaden closed the lid to the toilet, taking a seat. “You can clean me up since you’re the reason I got hurt.” She started to refuse, but thought for her own safety that it was better to concede to his demands.
Going to the counter , she pulled out some antiseptic and cotton balls, which she dabbed with the antiseptic before hesitantly moving closer to him. He had flung the remains of his t-shirt into the laundry basket before glaring up at her. Gently she cleaned the scratches on his face and then got a clean one to do his chest. She winced when she saw how deep it was, taking her time to make sure that it was clean. She smeared antibiotic ointment onto each of the scratches. Tilting his head back, she then cleaned his bloody nose with a wet cloth, forcing herself to continue when more blood oozed out. Finally, the bleeding stopped and she began to sanitize the cuts on his head, which took several minutes to clean as she realized several handfuls of his hair had been pulled out by the roots.
“ I— I g— guess you’re more popular than I realized,” she tried to wisecrack, inwardly sickened by the sight of his scalp.
“Sawyer , I don’t know how, but in some way you have mistakenly come to the conclusion that I’m a nice guy,” Kaden spoke from between his clenched teeth.
“ N— no I didn’t,” Sawyer interrupted.
“You do or you wouldn’t be standing there , making lame ass jokes at my expense.”
Kaden stood up and Sawyer took a step back, going to the first aid kit and putting everything back in order. She glanced up to see that Kaden was undressing behind her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to take a shower,” Kaden replied, unsnapping his jeans. With a gasp, Sawyer fled the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
She turned on the television and took a seat in the chair by the window. She had made the mistake in trying to escape before thinking it through. Not only her safety was at stake; Vida’s was as well. She stared out the dark window, thinking about her friend, wishing she was there to talk to. They had always confided everything with each other, ever since they were little.
The bathroom door opening drew her attention as Kaden came out with just a towel wrapped around his hips. His dark hair was wet and his lean body still had droplets of water sliding down his chest to be caught by the towel. Sawyer swallowed at the man’s overt sensuality and lack of modesty , while he ignored her, going to the closet to pull out his bag, taking out fresh clothes.
“I’m sorry.”
Her husky voice had him pausing before he zipped his bag closed. Tossing the towel to the floor , he unconcernedly put on his jeans. Sawyer turned her head away, listening to the rustle of his clothes as he dressed.
“Come here.”
Sawyer’s head turned to see that he was standing in the middle of the floor with his hands tucked into his pockets. She was determined to stay seated, but felt herself rising to her feet, moving to stand a few feet in front of him.
“Say that again . This time while looking me in the eyes.” Sawyer’s hand went to her hair, unconsciously twining a curl around her finger.
“I’m s— sorry.I never meant for anyone to be h—h— hurt.” It was hard to meet his eyes with a guilty conscience berating her.
“That’s better.” Kaden’s eyes studied her before he bent down to pick up the wet towel. Going into the bathroom , she saw him tossing it into the dirty clothes bin. He then leaned against the doorway.
“Tomorrow , we have one more concert before we take a week’s break at R.J.’s house. The security team is spending their resources trying to keep you contained, and are failing on keeping the fans and press out. It’s going to stop now, Sawyer. We are going to come to an agreement that’s going to keep everyone safe.”
“What d o you mean? You’re going to let me go?” Hope lightened the dread in her
Kaden closed the lid to the toilet, taking a seat. “You can clean me up since you’re the reason I got hurt.” She started to refuse, but thought for her own safety that it was better to concede to his demands.
Going to the counter , she pulled out some antiseptic and cotton balls, which she dabbed with the antiseptic before hesitantly moving closer to him. He had flung the remains of his t-shirt into the laundry basket before glaring up at her. Gently she cleaned the scratches on his face and then got a clean one to do his chest. She winced when she saw how deep it was, taking her time to make sure that it was clean. She smeared antibiotic ointment onto each of the scratches. Tilting his head back, she then cleaned his bloody nose with a wet cloth, forcing herself to continue when more blood oozed out. Finally, the bleeding stopped and she began to sanitize the cuts on his head, which took several minutes to clean as she realized several handfuls of his hair had been pulled out by the roots.
“ I— I g— guess you’re more popular than I realized,” she tried to wisecrack, inwardly sickened by the sight of his scalp.
“Sawyer , I don’t know how, but in some way you have mistakenly come to the conclusion that I’m a nice guy,” Kaden spoke from between his clenched teeth.
“ N— no I didn’t,” Sawyer interrupted.
“You do or you wouldn’t be standing there , making lame ass jokes at my expense.”
Kaden stood up and Sawyer took a step back, going to the first aid kit and putting everything back in order. She glanced up to see that Kaden was undressing behind her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to take a shower,” Kaden replied, unsnapping his jeans. With a gasp, Sawyer fled the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
She turned on the television and took a seat in the chair by the window. She had made the mistake in trying to escape before thinking it through. Not only her safety was at stake; Vida’s was as well. She stared out the dark window, thinking about her friend, wishing she was there to talk to. They had always confided everything with each other, ever since they were little.
The bathroom door opening drew her attention as Kaden came out with just a towel wrapped around his hips. His dark hair was wet and his lean body still had droplets of water sliding down his chest to be caught by the towel. Sawyer swallowed at the man’s overt sensuality and lack of modesty , while he ignored her, going to the closet to pull out his bag, taking out fresh clothes.
“I’m sorry.”
Her husky voice had him pausing before he zipped his bag closed. Tossing the towel to the floor , he unconcernedly put on his jeans. Sawyer turned her head away, listening to the rustle of his clothes as he dressed.
“Come here.”
Sawyer’s head turned to see that he was standing in the middle of the floor with his hands tucked into his pockets. She was determined to stay seated, but felt herself rising to her feet, moving to stand a few feet in front of him.
“Say that again . This time while looking me in the eyes.” Sawyer’s hand went to her hair, unconsciously twining a curl around her finger.
“I’m s— sorry.I never meant for anyone to be h—h— hurt.” It was hard to meet his eyes with a guilty conscience berating her.
“That’s better.” Kaden’s eyes studied her before he bent down to pick up the wet towel. Going into the bathroom , she saw him tossing it into the dirty clothes bin. He then leaned against the doorway.
“Tomorrow , we have one more concert before we take a week’s break at R.J.’s house. The security team is spending their resources trying to keep you contained, and are failing on keeping the fans and press out. It’s going to stop now, Sawyer. We are going to come to an agreement that’s going to keep everyone safe.”
“What d o you mean? You’re going to let me go?” Hope lightened the dread in her
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