Delice continued to clean up his wounds, both of them drawn into complete silence as their thoughts took over their minds.
“How do you feel?” She asked, pulling away.
“Better,” he replied, his voice a little husky from the suppressed sparks that her touch had ignited in him.
When she stood up and walked away from him, his gaze followed her.
He wanted to thank her for taking this risk for him, but the words were too heavy and they weighed his tongue down heavily to the point that it felt like it had been nailed to the floor of his mouth, his throat strained with an unnecessary pain.
“I hope they find the attacker soon,” she said quietly, sitting on the floor and toying with a collar mindlessly before tossing it away when she realized what she was holding.
Embarrassed.
Oliver and Laura used to be such a messy couple.
She couldn't even begin to think about the things they had done here.
The horror.