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“Mmm, I can get used to that, girlfriend.”
Pushing up onto his elbow, he looms over me and steals a wet and dirty kiss, not giving a single shit about our morning breath.
We just get into the groove of it when his alarm begins blaring.
“Nooo,” he complains into our kiss.
“We can come straight back here after your mum checks you over,” I offer. “Spend all day in bed.”
“As fucking amazing as that sounds, we promised to go see Zay.”
“Oh shit, Zay,” I gasp, sitting up so fast I almost headbutt Alex. “I didn’t call him last night.”
“I did,” Alex announces proudly.
“W-what?”
“I FaceTimed him while you were sleeping.”
My entire body softens in relief.
“You’re too perfect, you know that?”
Briefly, so fucking briefly, his eyes flick to his still-covered arms.
I wish there was something I could do to make him understand that it doesn’t matter. But I know that only time will heal those wounds, like those littering his body.
“I need to shower. I’m pretty sure my mother doesn’t want to come anywhere near me while I smell like sex with my girl.”
Internally, I cringe hard.
“She told you to wait, your bandag—”
“She’s literally about to turn up to replace them. Plus, I’m going to tell her it’s your fault.”
“Oh? How’d you figure that?” I ask as he climbs out of bed before holding his hand out to pull me to my feet.
He immediately drags his shirt from my body, leaving me naked before him, and then he turns me and shoves me toward the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I laugh when he doesn’t say a word.
I’m manhandled into the shower, and before I get a chance to jump aside, he turns the dial, spraying me with ice-cold water.
A shriek rips from my throat before I get what I was craving yesterday when I rode him. Slowly, he peels his own shirt from his body, revealing inches upon inches of tanned skin and ripped muscles.
My mouth waters as he fights with his arms. If I were a little less distracted, I’d probably offer my help, but as it is, I’m too far gone in my ogling.
Throwing the shirt aside, he steps closer.
“My girl screamed in the shower, and I had little choice but to be her knight in shining armour,” he says, stepping under the now warm spray, soaking all his bandages that aren’t meant to get wet.
“How can I ever thank you for saving me, kind sir?” I ask, batting my lashes at him.
His eyes twinkle with mischief.
“We have an hour until she’s meant to be here. I’m sure you can find multiple ways.”
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