Red entered their bedroom... when it had became ‘theirs’ he had no clue. The turned on a low light before sitting on the side of the bed.
Pulling back the blankets, he scooted closer before raising the back of Liz’s shirt, staring at the black stitching.
Touching one of the small cuts, he felt the cool of her skin. Good, no infection.
He traced a longer cut, scowling gently then smiled when she sleepily swatted at his hand, scratching at the itch his activity produced.
He felt his earlier anger melting into oblivion.
Running his fingers against the threading with a more pronounced touch, she mewled softly, yawning and stretching awake.
He leaned closer, his tone soothingly low. “You want me to take some of your stitching out?” He grinned when the woman rubbed her ear on her should
