The next morning, Erik was in the bathroom twisting around in front of the mirror trying to see his back, so he could dab the scratches with antiseptic. “Ouch!” he cried, as he touched the soggy cotton to the small wounds.
Blaze woke up and lifted her head looking curiously around the room. Suddenly, the events of the night before came back to her and she laid her head back down on the pillow with a big smile on her face.
Erik came out of the bathroom looking down at her as he walked in. “Just in case you don’t know it, you’ve got half my back underneath your fingernails.”
She sat up secretly smiling, but pretended to be mad at him. Pursing her lips, she looked at him with mock anger, and an angled gaze. “You deserve it for what you did to me.”
He sat down, pushed her back down on the
