Fuuuck, that pout does wicked things to me. I attempt to shake it off.
"Now it's your nickname," I tell him.
He sighs dramatically and leans down to reach my shoulder. "You're going to be the death of me, Butterfly. I already know it." He growls playfully, sending heat through me and I shiver.
"Okay, Luci," I tease. When he doesn't move, I tap his shoulder.
"You're not falling asleep, are you? I won't grab you if you fall."
He jerks up and blinks several times. "No," he yawns, "I'm awake."
"Riiight," I draw out. "I'm fine if you want to have a nap or something," I assure him.
Luc sighs like sleeping is a chore. "Yeah. Why don't you try to have a sleep yourself?"
I nod. If that will help him see I'm okay, then I can do that.
"Do you mind if I have a shower first?" I ask hesitantly. "I passed out without washing the blood out of my hair last night."
Luc gets a dark look on his face before he clears his throat and it dissolves. "Yeah, of course. I'll get you a towel." As we're passing my room, I grab some clothes from my bag. Luc frowns. "Is that all you have?"
I shrug. "There's a few things in my car but a lot of my stuff's at the house."
Luc looks saddened by this. "I'll have one of the guys pick some stuff up for you." He looks at the sizes on the shirt and jeans I'm holding.
I go to refuse. "Luc–"
"Rory, it's fine," he tells me seriously.
"I have money," I insist, feeling uncomfortable on the topic.
"Keep it," he says shortly. I let it go. I know a losing battle when I see one.
Luc shows me the bathroom and where the towels are below the sink.
"We don't have any, uh, girl stuff," Luc says awkwardly. "Just let me know if you need anything and we can go let it later or I'll send one of the guys."
His cheeks are red thinking about what 'girl stuff' might entail.
"Thanks, Luci." I chuckle, patting his chest.
He gives me a genuine smile before walking out and closing the door to the bathroom behind him.
I unwrap the bandages around my ribs. After staring longingly at the huge bathtub in the corner with a promise to myself to use it before I leave, I undress and step into the shower.
After a moment's thought, I pull my knife from the lining of my jeans and rest it where I have easy access.
The water warms quickly and I spend longer than I'd like to say just standing under the showerhead.
Eventually, I have to wash the blood from my head, the water on the floor of the shower runs pink from it. I wince a couple of times, scrubbing my skull for a few minutes before the water no longer turns pink.
I look around and find some body wash.That's for guys,I think.
I don't mind though, it's soap.
I wash the important bits, along with my hair,very painfullyand stand there for a bit longer before getting out.
I’m wrapping a soft fluffy towel around me when there is a knock at the door.
