Chapter 13 b Crow

Waves appeared across her forehead and she glanced at the medical supplies. “This has nothing to do with me… what’s important is that you let me clean your chest. It’s the least I can do.” Her fingers slithered in between Iggy’s hands and breast, and she pried his hands away. When she saw the wound through the shirt, her face became three shades lighter and she leaned away. Iggy’s throat locked and his lips sloped downward. He brought his hands up to the top of his head and shielded his face to hide his shame.

Becca laid her hand softly against his upper shoulder. “Lie back.” Iggy shook his head, no, and he gripped his hair in between his fingers, holding tight to his scalp. “Alright,” she sighed. “I will tell you how I ended up here if you lie back and let this happen.”