So was I.
I rolled my eyes, took one step into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.I found the light and turned it on.I squinted at the brightness.I walked up to the sink and looked in the large mirror.
“Oh, nooo,” I whispered at the sight reflected back to me.My makeup had melted down my face.The mascara that had looked so nice last night, now made me look like I belonged to a family of raccoons.I feverishly began searching the drawers for any kind of makeup remover.Luckily, I found some wipes.“Thank goodness,” I said to myself.I pulled out a few and swiped several times over my entire face.These were expensive wipes, so they did the job wonderfully.Not like the thin, crappy, discount ones I normally bought.These were thick and worked like a charm.
After I tossed the wipes into the garbage, I gazed down at my thighs.
My red, splotchy thighs.“Ugh.”I sighed.I was a freaking mess.The doorknob jiggled, scaring me.I jumped and grabbed one of the robes that conveniently hung behind me.“What?”I shrieked as I quickly shoved it on.I didn't want Stefan to catch sight of my ribs.
“Wait!”His muffled voice shouted through the door.“Don't get into the shower before you open the door!”he ordered sharply.
Yikes.
I tied the robe around me tightly and did what he asked.Maybe he needed to use the bathroom?
“Okay, hang on,” I said and stepped over to the door.I opened it for him, and there he was—standing there with a look on his face I'd never seen.
Before I could say a word, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom counter.I shrieked when he sat me down.
“What are you doing?”I asked, pulling the robe tighter around my torso.“There's no time for—” I nodded my head at him, “whatever it is you want to do.”I frowned.“Besides, I'm still too sore,” I told him something he already knew.Which was why I was so confused at the moment.I had absolutely no idea why this man had just barged into the bathroom, scooped me up, and dumped me on the bathroom counter.But from the look in his eyes, he seemed to be on some kind of mission.
“Shut up,” he said in a stern, angry tone.It took me aback.I hadn’t done anything to anger him.Had I?My mind raced, trying to think of a reason he would be so angry with me.But I couldn't come up with anything.
“Open your legs.”He moved back a step and stared.
What the heck?
“No!I already told you I'm not having sex with you again.I'm in too much pain.What's wrong with you?”
His eyes dragged up to mine.“Open your fucking legs.Now.”He enunciated every word separately and coldly.
“Why?”I asked again, feeling even more confused.What was this guy's deal?
His face changed again, and now he seemed even more disturbed than before.He took a step forward, placed his hands on my knees, and said, “You don't listen, Francesca.We'll have to work on that.”He pulled my legs apart roughly, and I gasped.
He knelt down and threw the bottom of my robe over my legs, exposing me fully to him.His eyes narrowed at me.His chest rose and fell quickly now as his breathing quickened.
I looked down to see what he was seeing—and my face heated.It looked like a crime scene down there.
I mean, I knew some women bled when they lost their virginity.But I honestly imagined it would only be a tiny bit of blood.Not the natural disaster I was seeing now.
I tried to shut my legs.“I'm a mess.Let me go.I need to shower.”
Stefan's fingers dug into me so roughly I knew I'd have bruises.
“Ow!”I yelled, not that it made him stop.Because it didn't.He just spread my legs further.
Geez.
This man.
He stared at my core—
At the mess covering me.
And then he—
“Oh,” I gasped when Stefan moved in and—
