HANNAH
“N
ick,
I told you- it’s fine… You’re overreact-ing!” Squawking when Nick pressed an alcohol soaked cloth to my butt cheek, I clamped my hands over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh God… it only hurts when you do that…”
“It’s better to be safe than sorry, sweetheart.” His roughened growl caused goosebumps to rise on my sticky skin, and he patted my uninjured butt cheek with two fingers. Letting out a hot breath, I reached for the pillow and forced myself to relax while he continued his ministrations. “I am sorry, Hannah… I got a little lost in the moment.”
My mind whirled slightly, and I rested my cheek on the bed to think about the last 12 hours or so. The evidence of Nick losing his cool was all over my thighs up to my lower back, but despite the sting that numbed my fl
