"Morning, Angel. How are you feeling? Are you alright? Come here. Let me look at you." He orders in his oh so sexy voice, trying to sit up.
Go figure. Why the hell did he have to wake up right now? Damn it!
"Are you mad at me ?" I ask, walking up to him, without meeting his gaze.
"You tell me?" He holds my face to make me look at him.
"You should be. How bad did I hurt her?"
"Five stitches bad hurt."
I feel bad. Just a tad bit.
"Are you okay? Do you hurt anywhere?" He asks, concerned.
"No, I am alright."
He nods, takes my hand in his and starts rubbing my knuckles with his thumb, very softly.
"Is she still here?" I ask carefully, fervently hoping that she is gone for the sake of her self-respect.
"Do you think I'd let her stay here, after last night?"
"That means she is not her
