Sienna
Axel helped me into the tub, the water gently sloshing back and forth, the pink suds popping and bubbling over the surface. Carefully, he stepped in behind me, sitting down with a leg on either side of me.
I felt the water of the sponge drizzle over my back, cooling my skin, followed by his gentle fingertips tracing over my bruising. His lips left tender kisses, creating goosebumps everywhere they went. The droplets of water echoed through the bathroom, the silence tearing me apart.
"His hands are still on you," Axel sighed, and I could tell he said it through gritted teeth. His shaking hand dabbed the sponge, so careful about me, suppressing the anger the best he could. "I'm sorry," Axel apologized again. "I don't deserve your forgiveness. I did this to you."
"You didn't," I wh
