Pay attention to details.
The rhythmic sound of my shower running roused me. I yawned and then shot up, clutching my comforter to my bare chest. Did that happen last night? The shower turned off and I stared at the bathroom door from across the hall. A moment later, a hot tattooed man stepped out with a black towel around his waist.
He was dripping, but that made him even sexier. We had… It happened.
In the daylight, I could see the scars on his chest better. I’d felt them last night. Thick scars ran from his shoulders and down the front of him, down to his navel.
The same ones Kansas had. What were the odds of both men having that same scar?
Only these were older and more jagged. Like someone had done a rush job. Kansas’s scars had been created by someone who knew what they were doing. It didn’t detract from how attractive he was. The scars made him look tougher, hotter even.
I clenched my thighs and flinched at the soreness.
Constantine stalked across the room, looking so casual, so comfortable, in my home. “You’re awake. How do you feel?” He stepped over to me and leaned down for a gentle kiss.
I swallowed and blinked. “Confused, mostly. It still kind of hurts.”
“It will. The more you do it, the better it will feel.” He said so matter-of-factly, it sent my belly into a tizzy. He presumed we’d do it again?Did I even want to do it again?
Yes.
God yes, I wanted him again. I’d push through the pain.
“When did you get up?” I climbed out of bed, taking my blanket with me. Suddenly, I felt shy. This man had been… inside me. My cheeks flushed. Why was I so embarrassed?
“Oh wow, even with the black sheets, you can see it,” he commented as he finished drying himself and slid on his clothes from last night.I looked back at the bed, and I was horrified to see several large pools of dried blood.
“Oh my god.” I covered my face with a hand, the other still clutching the blanket.
“What? It’s normal.” Constantine strode over to me and put his arms around my body. He reached for my hand, pulling it away from my face. “That’s what happens. Did you not…?” He stared at me curiously.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, I knew that. I’m not a kid. Although I feel pretty childish right now. It’s just all so weird.”
“Why? Last night,” he kissed me and pulled me tighter. “you had sex with your husband. What’s weird about that?” He chuckled and tilted his head to pepper kisses along my neck.
“Constantine,” I giggled. “I’m filthy.”
“Fuck yeah you are,” he murmured.
I gently pushed him away. “Not in a good way. I’m going to take my turn in the shower. Don’t leave while I’m in there.” I felt silly, but I wasn’t ready to be alone yet.He stared at me intently and then nodded.
“Sure.”
Taking the blanket to the bathroom like a petulant child, I dropped it to the floor and hurried to wash myself.I took my time, enjoying the hot water. I was careful when I went to wash between my legs. Flashes of last night returned, and I smiled. The pain was worth it.
When I turned off the shower and stepped out, I found the blanket gone. I wrapped a towel around my hair and another around my middle and walked back to my room. I was shocked to find my bed stripped down to the mattress.
As I was about to close the door to dress, Constantine came from downstairs.
“I got everything in the wash,” he explained.
“Thanks, I’m going to change,” I said and started to shut the door.
“What are you doing?” He smirked and stuck his hand in before I could shut it. “Do I not get to watch?”
“Well, I mean…”
No.
