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"How does a shower sound?" Johnny said, wrapping one of his hands around my neck, tugging my hair gently.
"I can't think of anything better," I replied, "except, of course, if you join me." I couldn't help myself. After last night—and again, this morning—I would take any opportunity I could get to spend more time with this man, just the two of us, alone, entangled with each other.
He brought his lips to meet mine, kissing me softly, then deepening the kiss as I felt him, hard against my lower body. I felt faint immediately.
"I think that can be arranged," he smirked at me. Johnny got out of bed to run the shower for us.
I finally sat up, reluctantly; shakily at best. Oof. Okay, I am sore.
I stepped out of Johnny's bed and caught a glimpse of my reflection in his full-length mirror on the wall of his bedroom as I made my way toward the bathroom. My feet froze in their tracks; my jaw dropping at the sight of myself.
Was I attacked by a fucking bear last night?
A good third of my body, spanning from my inner thighs to my midsection, was covered in bruises and welts of varying sizes and hues of red and purple. My neck looked like a vampire had done some serious damage, and then some, from my jawline to my chest. Handprints, bruises, more bite marks... even a few small cuts I hadn't noticed until now, most likely caused by the impact of the crop. Holy. Shit.
