Chapter 32

The room has his delicious scent all over it. He sits me down on the bed and disappears into the bathroom. I run my fingers over the comforters, they are really soft. I wouldn't mind losing myself in between these covers. He disappears into the bathroom then he pops back into the room a few minutes later. He places a gown beside me then crouches in front of me, takes my hand and stares at me intently.

"Are you bruised anywhere?"

I manage a nod. A frown forms on his face. I point to my stomach. His fingers hover over the first button waiting for permission to continue. I nod and he carefully unbuttons the bloody shirt. Once done he tosses it on the floor and inspects my upper body. There are bruises running from my stomach and arms to my chest. A dark look invades his face. I feel self conscious at the thought of him seeing my body covered in these ugly bruises. He's probably disgusted. I look at the ceiling hoping it would swallow me up. I feel his fingers graze one of the bruises on