Ben had just finished showering. He dried his damp hair with a towel, then walked out to find Nina still sitting on the edge of the bed in her bathrobe, her wet hair wrapped. Seeing him, they locked eyes. They had just washed up after their first time together. Nina looked tense.
Ben approached. She shifted awkwardly, lowering her head. He slowly sat beside her. Their intimacy was new for Nina; she was certainly feeling unsettled. Ben regretted losing control of his long-suppressed desires. Seeing her innocence had nearly driven him wild.
"Still sore?" Ben half-whispered. Nina nodded slowly, making him stroke her back with concern.
"Ben, there's... on the sheets," Nina said hesitantly.
He immediately pulled back the covers. There was a bloodstain.
"I'll change them," Ben said, kissing
