My eyes roamed over the back of his hand. I noticed that though it was roughed up, it didn’t look like it was his blood. “What happened?”, I asked in a whisper.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” He grunted out and pulled the bloody hand out of my grasp. “Let’s go inside, it’s too cold out here and I brought your breakfast,” He continued quickly, not giving me a chance to protest.
“Huh! Okay,” I shrugged my shoulders then entered inside the bedroom. He slammed the door behind us and also entered. Per now I had my moods ruined up. I felt uncomfortable, he didn’t only have blood on his knuckles but also his release was coated in between my thighs.
“Just a moment,” I mumbled before I walked to the bathroom to freshen up.
In the wall-length mirror, I looked at myself. I instantly cringed a
