I can visibly feel my cheeks turning red.
I make a move to move a bit but I whelp out in a groan, feeling pain in my abdomen. He rushes to my side, and kneels, worry and concern on his face and holding my waist.
"Don't move," he speaks in a low voice I momentarily forget I was in pain.
"Why didn't you take me to the hospital? I am still not supposed to be walking alone moving around. My stitches can open," I sound like a brat but I need to focus on soothing else other than my desire for this man.
"It wasn't safe for you," he simply replies as he helps me take off my shoes and then disappears into the bathroom that's to the other side of the room.
This whole bedroom feels like a penthouse, so huge and so cozy, and dark. His very essence is felt in here and I wouldn't wish to be anywhere else but here... With him.
He comes back with a bowl and when he nears me, I see a small towel inside it.