They think they can see into my head.
And that I can see into theirs.
That we're soul mates.
But they never have a fucking clue.
I nod toward her posters. "I like your decor."
"I'm sure you've seen plenty of women's apartments with much better décor."
Damn, she really is defensive. Again, I try to decide if it's her nerves talking or if she flat out despises me.
I'm not sure.
She's got all this tension in her shoulders.
Andshe's eye-fucking me.
Either way, Iamgoing to take care of her knee.
I look her in the eyes. "First aid kit?"
She points to the bathroom then takes a seat on the bed.
This is a small studio. The bathroom is right there.
It's as messy as her room. There's not much in the way of toiletries, but I find a little red first aid kit under the sink.
I wash and dry my hands, bring the kit back to the main room, and crack it open. It's got almost everything she needs.
"No anti-bacterial cream?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "Just that."
"Get the cream for next time." I open the rubbing alcohol and wet a cotton ball with it. My eyes go to hers. "This will sting."
I drop between her legs until I'm face to face with her injury. My cock begs for attention.
My cock has a lot to say about being between the cute virgin's long legs.
But this isn't the time.
I press the cotton ball to her scrape.
Her eyes press together. Her teeth sink into her lip. "Fuck."
I finish cleaning her wound then I toss the cotton ball aside. "Here." I lean close enough to blow cool air on her knee.
Dirty thoughts fill my head as I finishing cleaning and bandaging her scrape, but I manage to keep them to myself. I look up at her. "Better?"
She presses her knees together. Her eyes fill with need. "Yes, thanks."
I push myself to my feet. "My pleasure."
She clears her throat.
She stares at me like she's not sure if she wants to undress me or kick my ass.