Miele

Chapter 13

Remington's POV:
The sunlight shining through the curtains woke me up. I moved and pain shot up my leg and I winced. I forgot for a second I was shot. I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw Emilio laying on his back with his muscular arm over his eyes blocking out the sun. I scanned further down his body and examined all the ridges on his stomach. He was sculpted like a god. He was so beautiful. I continued further down and noticed quit a large tent in his pants. Oh shit. Is he..

"Are you done staring Miele?" Oh my god. He caught me.

I quickly averted my gaze to the ceiling. I could feel my cheeks heating up. I heard him chuckle softly. I felt him turn on his side to face me.

"No need to be embarrassed love," he said.

I looked over at him and he had a sexy smirk planted on his face. I rolled my eyes and turned and looked back at the ceiling. After a few moments he spoke up,

"How is your leg feeling?"

"It's sore," I replied. I lifted the covers off of my body and I lifted myself to sit upright. Emilio got off the bed and came around to my side and stood in front of me.

"I am going to carry you to the bathroom, okay"

"No. I can walk," I responded.

"No Miele you can't. You can break your stitches."

"Says the one who got shot in the chest and is up walking 2 days after," I scoffed.

I admit I am being bitchy even though he is trying to help. I am used to doing things on my own. I don't like people doing stuff for me.

He just rolled his eyes and bent down to my level. He placed my arms around his neck and put one hand around my back and the other under both of my knees. I knew I couldn't walk but I didn't want to be treated like an invalid.

He hefted my up gently and took me to the bathroom. He placed my onto this beautiful white marble counter top. The bathroom had a large shower and bathtub. It had beautiful cabinets and shelves. The shower didn't have glass surrounding it. There was a waterfall shower head attached to the ceiling and a drain below it. Behind the shower on the wall was a panel that controlled the shower; like the temperature, water pressure, different water settings. It was cool.

Emilio went over and started the shower. I hope he didn't think he was going to be in here with me while I showered. No one is ever going to see my body again. He grabbed a towel out of the towel cabinet and placed on a warmer right next to the shower. He walked back over to me and helped me down. He walked me over near the shower and said,

"I will wait outside the door. Please tell me if you need help. I don't want you to fall."

He walked over to another cabinet and took out a bottle of body wash and came back over and handed it to me. The smell was coconut.

"Thankyou," I replied.

"Your welcome my love. Take your time and please call for me when you need help walking. Try not to move to much. I don't want you to break your stitches."

"Okay. I will," I responded politely.

He nodded and walked out and closed the door after him. I stripped put of my panties, bra, and hoodie and threw them on the floor. I stepped under the water and it felt so good. The water cascaded down my face. I grabbed the body wash and poured some into my hand and scrubbed my body. Some got into my stitches and I winced and cursed under my breath.

After about 10 minutes showering, I grabbed the towel and folded it around my body. It was so warm and felt amazing. I need to get a towel warmer.

"Emilio I'm done," I shouted.