“W-what?” I asked when he said that, crossing my arms across my chest even though I was still fully clothed. How could he be in the mood after everything that has happened? “I don't think now is the right time.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Right time for what?”
“To do whatever nasty thing it is you’re thinking about.”
He crossed his arms. “And how is wanting to take care of you and treat your wounds a nasty thing?”
My face grew hot. “Oh. I… I didn't…”
“Just take off your clothes and get in the bath, Isabella. My d**k will stay in my pants.”
I nodded and turned away to take my clothes off. The blood has dried, hardening it. I couldn't bring myself to look at it as I threw it to the corner.
“What about you?” I asked as I took off my last piece of clothing, my body heating when I felt his
