~ JOHN-PAUL ~
Neither of them moved for a long moment, though JP’s body quivered like a puppy in the cold. What the f*ck? What the actual f*ck had just happened?
He swallowed hard and pulled her hair back around to reveal the shoulder and winced. He’d left half-rounds of his teeth imprinted on both sides of that tender skin. “Oh, babe… I’m so sorry,” he breathed, then kissed the smear of blood from the wounds.
“S-sorry?” she panted. “Why are you sorry, Jay?”
“I made you bleed. I never… I was out of control.”
“No, you weren’t. You checked in with me. Several times. And trust me. I was there with you.”
He groaned and sat back, pulling out of her with grief for the loss of it, but turning her so he could see her face, pulling her into his lap and embracing her. He was still shaking, h
