Clean Soap

When we arrived at the mansion, no one was there except Gatsby. He yowled like he hadn't been fed in days until Dorian got him food and water.

I was antsy and worried. "Where could they be?" I asked, pacing. I found my phone and dialed Cindy's number. She didn't respond. I texted but got no answer. "I'm worried."

"Hey," he said and pulled me against his chest. "I'm sure they're fine. Relax." He kissed my nose. "I'm going to take a shower." He pushed me back and wrinkled his nose. "You oughtta clean up too. You're a mess."

I laughed, and it felt good until I noticed my hands were covered in dried blood. "Agreed."

We climbed the stairs together. When we reached my door, he pulled me into another hug. "See you in a few."

I hugged him back, desperate to talk to him, but I definitely wanted a shower first. "'Kay," I said into his chest.