Drake's POV
She needed to stop looking at me like that. When she forgot to hide her emotions she had a very expressive face and it was speaking loud and clear to me right now. She was having some sort of hero worship side effect or some s**t like that and it needed to damn well stop. I was not taking advantage of what those scumbag motherfuckers had done to her for my own carnal satisfaction. No way.
I turned the tap off, “There’s probably some ointment in my medicine cabinet. Let’s go look.”
She followed me into the bedroom and then the master bath and I regretted that because being in there with her the s****l tension was real. There was a tube of first aid cream in my medicine cabinet. Rosita kept that stocked, too. I smeared some on the back of her hand. I examined the burn. It did
