Wes's POV
Mish relaxes in my arms as I continue to clean the unwanted scent from her skin.
Owen.
Owen touched her....
I know he was helping her... logically, I know I would have wanted him to… but still my skin continues to crawl at the thought.
"Wes" Mish mumbles.
"Yeah" I answer, placing the soap back before cupping my hands to cascade water down her.
"I think I'm clean" she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice as she turns to look up at me.
I inhale her now untainted scent and groan at the taste of it.
I lean down to place a chaste kiss on her lips, but her lips are like my drug and I find myself leaning forward for more of a taste.
I force myself back, my self-control waning but strong enough to remember she's hurt.
Mish’s smile turns into a smirk as she bites down i
