#Chapter 102: Haunted By The Past

Back at the house, I force Roman to sit on a chair so that I can clean and bandage each of the wounds he dirtied by being in that river. He’s surprisingly pliant, considering his usual aversion to being told what to do. But after the earth-shattering sex we’ve had, it seems nothing will break the air of smug satisfaction he’s taken on.

The alcohol wipes I use to clean the wounds out must hurt him