Crimson Sheets

It was only after we had both come down from our high that I realized how wet I was—how wet the bed was. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the moonlight seeping in through the window, but even in the dimness, I could feel it—the blood. Large amounts of it, sticky and warm against my chest, in my hands.

Dario got off me, which made me whine softly.

He asked,

“Are you okay? Did I hurt