Passion And Scandal
“She tried to insist that he sit on the sofa and wait while she went down the hall to the washroom and brought back a wet cloth but he wouldn't hear of it. They ended up going down to the washroom together. It was one of those old-fashioned ones with a pedestal sink, a dispenser of continuous-loop cloth toweling, and ugly green tile running halfway up the walls. Using one of the clean towels he kept in the lowest drawer of his filing cabinet as a washcloth, they took turns cleaning each other's wounds.He dabbed at the shallow abrasions on her elbows first, gently cleaning out the clinging bits of dirt while she gritted her teeth and tried not to whimper."It'll be all right, sweetheart," he crooned, keeping up a steady stream of soothing words while he worked over her, as if she were a child who needed to be reassured. "I'm almost finished. Just a little bit more now," he murmured, stopping every minute or so to make sure it wasn't too much for her to bear.And then it was her turn to mi...nister to him."I think you ought to have stitches in this," Willow said, on her knees behind him as she dabbed at the wound on his leg through the jagged tear in his jeans."Is it still bleeding?""No." She dabbed at it again, gently, being careful not to disturb the crust that was already forming.MoreLess
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