Lila took the box, her hands shaking as she opened it, pulling out a sterile wipe. She pressed it against my neck, her touch gentle, almost tender. The contrast between her earlier rage and her current care was striking—intoxicating.
I let her work, my eyes locked onto hers, my voice low, teasing. "You bit me, Lila…" I murmured, my lips curling into a smirk.
"That's kinky…" My hand covered hers, pressing the wipe harder against my neck, the pain fading as my body healed. "Next time, ask first…" My smile was wicked, my eyes dark with amusement—and something else. Lust. Desire.
Lila's fingers trembled as she pressed the sterile wipe against my neck, her touch gentle despite her harsh words.
The tooth marks were clear—deep enough to draw blood. She applied a bandage over the wound, her movements precise, careful, as if she were trying to erase the evidence of her rage. The irony wasn't lost on me—she had bitten me like a wild animal, and now she was tending to me like a nurse.
