The Brother (Whip 5) ✔️

Chapter 12

SASHA

We walked into the hotel an hour later, both of us sighing in relief as we crossed the threshold as if coming back from war and not a failed attempt to get dinner, which we still haven't gotten, by the way.

Though, after everything that happened tonight, food was the last thought on my mind and I suspected the same went for Stefan, as well.

We entered the elevator together and Stefan leaned against the wall of it, closing his eyes and sighing, looking exhausted. I watched him as he did so, my eyes falling to his hands which I suddenly realized were still bloody, his knuckles full of cuts from the force of his punches no doubt.

I winced thinking how much those would sting in the morning.

"You should have let them look at those," I spoke up after a moment. He looked at me in question, so I motioned toward his bruised hands.

"It's nothing." He mumbled as we exited the elevator once it stopped at our floor.

"It does not look like nothing." I persisted.

"Sasha..." he said as he stopped and looked at me, his mouth set into a stern line. "I'm fine."

"Let me treat them," I said, looking at him pleadingly. I felt guilty that he was hurt, even though I knew that it wasn't my fault. But, he was defending my honor and I at least had to do something to help ease the pain that was to come tomorrow.

"Please. Please, let me, Stefan." I hurried to say when I saw that he was still gonna refuse.

Me saying his name out loud for the first time caught him off guard and he paused, his eyes a bit wide as he watched me. I made sure to widen my eyes into the most perfect puppy dog ones I could master and finally, he sighed as he nodded.

"Fine." He said.

We stopped in front of my room, and I opened it and motioned for him to enter, thanking all the deities out there that I had the forethought to clean it before I went out to meet him for dinner.

"Take a seat," I said, pointing at my bed. I quickly turned away, trying to hide the blush that the sight of Mr. Lewis sitting on my bed in all his glory caused. I busied myself with finding the first aid kit I saw in the bathroom yesterday and took the opportunity to splash some water in my face while at it.

I watched as a bit of blood went down the drain and then looked into the big mirror hanging over the sink, wincing as I saw my reflection. I looked like hell. The left side of my forehead had been bandaged by the EMTs but the area around it was already turning a lovely shade of purple.

I winced as I touched it gently, already regretting getting up tomorrow since I knew that it was gonna hurt like a bitch.

I took the kit, a bowl of tepid water, and a cloth and returned to the room, pausing as my eyes fell on Stefan. He was exactly where I left him but his eyes were closed and his head leaned back while he had his hands in his lap.

The light of the moon coming through the window fell over his face, illuminating it, and for a moment I was unable to breathe. He was magnificent, so fucking beautiful, and I was a fucking goner.

Shit.

I shook my head to clear it and approached him slowly, so as not to startle him and knelt in front of him, setting the kit on the floor to my right and the bowl to the left.

I took the cloth first, squeezing it before bringing it to his hands. I looked up, to ask for permission and saw that Stefan was already looking at me, his gaze intense and a strange emotion swirling in those dark eyes.