HAZEL'S POV
I followed him upstairs blindly.The claw marks on my back were still bleeding.I felt less pain now that he held my hand.
I never thought I could react this way to his presence.He radiated a warmth in which I almost lost myself.We walked in silence as he continued holding me firmly.
When we reached my room,I didn't expect him to follow me inside.
I moved in, unsure of my next step as he followed me.
“Sit on the bed and remove that shirt"he ordered, disappearing into the bathroom.I sat on the bed confused as to why he would ask me to remove my shirt.
What was he thinking of?
My questions were soon answered as he emerged later holding a new blue shirt,two white towels with bandages.
“Remove the damn shirt hazel.I need to look at that wound."
I hesitated before finally rem
