Page 65 of Love and War

My cheeks heated as he pulled the blanket down to my feet. Picking me up he carried me to the bathroom before setting me down on the toilet.

“Use the bathroom, and I’ll start the tub,” he muttered, turning around and giving me his back.

Flushing in embarrassment again I kept my eyes on his back as I once again relieved myself. I’d gotten pretty good at peeing fast just in case he turned around.

“Alright, your sling needs to stay on. But I need—we need to take your shirt off,” he said slowly inching forward to where I sat.

His eyes scanned over me, looking for the best way to get my clothes off.

“Just cut it off.”

“I, uh, yeah sure.” I’ve never seen him lost for words. It was weird and uncomfortable.

“I can bathe by myself, if you can just wait outside in case I fall or something.”

I wasn’t sure how I would exactly do it on my own. It would probably take me over an hour. One hand, one good hand. But I could do it.

“I’m not leaving you.” He grunted.

“Well, I don’t need your help, so go,” I hissed.

“I’m not doing this with you again.”

“You’re right, we’re not. So, go. Goodbye, I can wash myself. I can take care of myself, Killian. So,get out.” Narrowing my eyes, I watched as he, in a blink of an eye, used a pocketknife to cut down the middle of the shirt.

Oh shit.

My cheeks couldn’t have gotten any redder if I tried. Or not tried. The shirt somehow fell open, my tits hanging out. I couldn’t even move them up.

Killian removed the rest of my shirt, being mindful of my wrist and collarbone. I only hissed in pain once when he had to remove it from my right shoulder.

Then I sat there completely naked, broken, and bruised. As much as I wanted to glance down at my body, I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring my eyes to move.

“Come on.” He didn’t wait for me to say anything before he once again lifted me up and ever so slowly lowered me into the tub. He made sure to keep my leg lifted on the side, except now my legs were basically opened showing off my goods andthis was so embarrassing.

The water felt good against my skin. I hummed in pleasure as my eyes fluttered closed.

“Here, lean back,” he murmured.

Blinking my eyes open, I did as he said. I watched as he dipped a cup in before pouring it slowly over my head and then the rest of my body. I tried to keep the moans and hums silent, but it was hard to do when this was the cleanest I’d felt ina long time. And I haven’t even been washed yet.

Pouring a good amount of shampoo, he began to work it into my scalp. His strong fingers worked in a circle, massaging my head. I seriously couldn’t believe I almost didn’t let him do this.

“Ty mozhesh' mne ne poverit', no ya lyubil tebya vsyu svoyu zhizn.”You may not believe me, but I've loved you my whole life.

My breath hitched as he spoke. His fingers were still working into my scalp. Coming to the quick decision to not tell him I understood Russian, I glanced up at him.

“Pozhaluysta, skazhi mne, chto ty ne ponimayesh', chto ya govoryu.”Please tell me you don’t know what I’m saying.

Furrowing my brows, I tried to play it cool like I had no idea what he was saying. If only he knew, I knew the same number of languages as Salem. And thankfully Russian was one of them.

“What are you saying?” I whispered.

Killian looked conflicted for a moment before he filled the cup up with water and rinsed my hair out. He washed my left arm, before flicking his gaze up to mine. Asking permission, giving him a curt nod, he waited a moment before bringing the washcloth across my chest.

“Lean up some, moya Printsessa.”

Helping me clean, he quickly washed and rinsed my back before easing me back once more. We didn't speak as he washed my leg, moving to my other thigh, careful of my cast.

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