Chapter 17Upstairs, I tossed my coat over a chair in my now too-warm apartment and looked to Badger. To Isaac.
“You still want me here?” he asked, toying with his zipper pull.
I nodded.
He shed his jacket. “I better use your shower so I don’t get paint on your sheets.”
Right, of course. I’d been so drunk from the conversation, I’d forgotten the circumstances of our entire outing. “Go for it.”
He did, calling to me after the water had been running for a minute or two. I left the bed and TV and went to the bathroom. “Yeah?”
“I get it all?” he asked me, tugging the shower curtain open.
His body looked as threatening as ever in the bright lights. The lashes I’d given him were gone, but five perfect welts glowed angry and red, two on his shoulder blade, on the back of his bicep, just to
