Page 104 of Overcast

"Let's go, we'll do it now." I gesture for her to lead the way, surprised that my tone comes off placated.

On the way there, I grab more bandages, peroxide, and some aspirin for the pain. She patiently waits for me on the bed, hands clasped together, and messy blonde hair draped around her face.

She needs...girl things. A brush, new clothes—even though I love her in mine—whatever else women need on a daily basis.

Taking a seat next to her, the mattress dips with my weight, and I sort all my items out on the bed, starting with the First Aid kit. After a moment, she speaks again.

“Where did you learn to be a medic?”

"The Marines," I deadpan. I can sense her eyes on me, which gets me to flick mine to her.

Sure shit, her eyes are panned wider in surprise that my crazy ass could be enlisted to protect and serve the country.

If she only knew the other shit that lied in the shadows of the government that the population will never know about.

“Why do you look so shocked, sweetheart?” I hedge, watching her expression soften.

“I just...nothing.”

I return my attention to get my heavy gaze off her. “Go on, you can say it.”

“Say what?”

“That someone as fucked up as me shouldn’t be able to—”

“I wasn’t thinking that.”

My brow pops. “Yeah? Then what?” I revert my attention to her. “Need you to lie down for me.”

Surprisingly, she does without hesitation and lifts her shirt for me to examine without my asking.

I let out an inaudible exhale at the sight of her flawless skin. The softness of it and, unfortunately, I'm knowledgeable.

I force my brain to work, not react.

To fucking focus on the reality of where we are, what we just spoke about, and answers I still need to know.

She needs to continue on with her life, and I call for this madness to end.

The bandage on her side doesn't have too much blood on it, so I'm able to make quick work of gingerly removing it.

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” I tell her. “I’d love to know what pretty picture you’ve painted me up as in your head.”

“Why would you want to know that?”

I chuckle, slowly peeling the sticky material from her creamy skin. “That bad, huh?” She gives a wary shrug and keeps her eyes on the ceiling above. “What would it take for me to change your mind?”

Her head turns in my direction, but I keep mine on the other side of her bandage. She stares at me, exhausting my self-restraint to return it.

When I give, she peers down at me under long eyelashes, no makeup, and a fucking face that I'd do things for. A body that is underneath my hands at this current moment where I'm forbidding my cock to do anything inappropriate.

“No?”

She blinks at me.

“How about I take you to a store and get some fresh air. We’ll buy you some clothes and whatever else it is you need.”

“Then what?”

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