I grabbed Nìkolai’s hands and rinsed them beneath the warm water of the faucet. I scrubbed the dry blood from his hands and underneath his fingertips. He kissed my cheek and nuzzled his head into my neck as I washed him clean of all of Ricky’s blood.
After I rinsed the rag, I began to scrub his shirt, hoping to get most of the blood stains out, but it was entirely too impossible. It was a lost cause, but I’m sure he didn’t care either.
“You’re probably gonna have to throw this shirt away.”
“That’s fine, I have many more.” He whispered as he breathed in my scent, lingering his lips over my neck. He gripped my hips harder while dancing his fingers over to my exposed thighs.
“Well you’ll just have to wear it for the time being.”
“That’s fine.” He mumbled as he kissed my neck and pul
