After Karmelo had checked me over to make sure that my wounds weren’t too severe, I jumped on the shower to wash off the dirt and dried blood. I couldn’t bring myself to scrub at my sore skin so I just stood there under the water, whimpering as the it hit my cuts. The bathroom door opened and Michele walked in to check on me. Realising that I hadn’t even started washing, he slumped his shoulders and sighed with empathy.
He turned his wrist and unfasten his watch and then placed it above the sink. Taking his black buttoned shirt off, I turned my head to him. He pulled off his boxers and trousers from his waist together and then tugged at his socks. He pulled the shower door open and stepped inside to join. Placing a gently hand to my arm, he moved me to face him. He leant his forehead aga
