“Declan follows. While I fill the bathtub, I help him remove his sweater and T-shirt. He has a beautiful, well-defined chest, marred after only one date with me by several red welts from impact with the wall. I prefer my men with chest hair that I can sink my fingers into, but Declan’s smooth skin feels deliciously naughty. I fill the sink with warm, soapy water and hand Declan a soft cloth. When he covers his face with the cloth to let the steam soak into his scraped skin, I undress and... slip into the tub. I gasp as the water stings the gash in my leg and fresh blood flows to turn the bubbles pink. At the same time, I can feel the dirt, oil, and God knows what else being flushed from the wound. I’m frightened to look at the rest of my body. I know it has taken a more serious beating than I want to admit. By morning, I’ll look like a piece of spoiled fruit even the dumpster divers would throw back. Despite that, I know I made the correct call in not involving the police.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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