Page 28 of Sing for Me

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.