Zidane sighed, then moved away, his eyes low. "You won't have to be naked in front of me. Just let me treat those wounds."
I met his eyes, then slowly nodded, my lips lightly parting. He slowly covered the distance between us, then turned off the shower.
"You should go out and wait for me. The water will hurt you."
I sighed, then nodded. He grabbed a towel, then wrapped it around me, his eyes focused on me, as he wrapped me up, then sent me away. Infelt almost like a naughty child who had been caught in a shower and sent away to await punishment.
I swallowed as I sat on the edge of the bed and dried myself off, leaving the torn undergarment on. The bed was a mess, and I cleaned it up and the blood that was on the floor. I had been so scared, out of my wits.
I wasn't sure what I woul
