" Where is Toby going, Trent ? " I ask when Trent walks back into the room.
Trent pauses and looks back at the door, then he looks back at me and shrugs.
" Said he was going for a walk," he mutters, but I don't believe him. He starts placing ice on a cloth at the side of the bed, and I glare at him. He looks up from what he is doing and smirks at me , his hand comes out and his thumb gently not to hurt my split lip strokes across my bottom lip, and he lets out a small smirk.
" Pouting and glaring only serve to turn me on Doll, because the only thing I think about then is how if I s***k you it will wipe that look right off your face," he says. My face heats and even in my battered state between my legs tingles at his words. He laughs lightly when my eyes widen and my mouth opens sligh
