“Aw!” Christian grimaced in pain once Samantha poured alcohol on a large gash of his shoulder. “Can’t you be a little more careful?” he complained, the pain grinding on his muscle. It was pulsating infinitesimally and he couldn’t move, the blood starting to dry up on his white shirt that was removed from his body.
“It’s not my fault why you got yourself in trouble with my sharp table,” Samantha retorted, bandaging the cut on his shoulder. She was behind a standing Christian, her feet tiptoeing to reach to his height. Christian could feel Samantha’s breath on his bare skin and he shivered, the tingles running through his spine.
Guilt clawed up into his chest. It started crawling and crawling, and wrapped around his heart. He couldn’t understand why he felt that way. What they were doing w
