Mafia? More like Amish Thugs

Chapter Ten

I woke up the next morning, the bed empty beside me. It wasn't unusual for me to wake up and Jolin not be there. I headed into the small bathroom for a quick shower before going into the kitchen to make breakfast. 

I was sitting down at the table, nibbling on pancakes when the front door opened. I looked up, eyes wide when I saw Jolin walk into the house, blood soaked through his sleeve. 

"What happened?" I said, jumping up from my seat and rushing over to his side. 

He shook his head, going over to the sink and rolling up his sleeve showing a deep cut down his forearm. He turned on the water, beginning to wash the blood off his arm. 

"I just cut myself doing some work," he said simply, reaching passed me for a wash cloth. 

I opened the drawer to his left and pulled out a first aid kit, "Take a seat."

I carried the metal box to the table, pushing the plate of food aside. Jolin sat beside me watching me as he continued to press the towel against his arm. I removed the towel and assessed the damage. It was a pretty deep cut, but it was a clean cut. I opened the box and took out peroxide, placing the towel under his arm. 

I poured the solution over the cut and Jolin gave a hiss of pain. 

"Hush," I muttered, "Don't be a baby. You're gonna need stitches so this is going to be the easy part."

Jolin didn't answer, I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. I wiped away the peroxide and took out a needle and thread from the suture kit. 

"Okay," I glanced up, looking him in the eyes, "You CAN NOT move when I start this. So eat a pancake or something and don't bitch."

Jolin nodded, pulling the pancakes around to him. After about a hour and many curse words later I had finished stitching Jolin's arm up. 

"I'm impressed," Jolin said, softly as I wrapped gauze and bandaging around the arm to keep it dry. 

"How come?" I asked, finally relaxing and sitting back in my seat as I dropped the left over supplies in the box. 

"Most girls would've freaked out. Not stayed calm and stitched me back up."

I shrugged, picking up the plate and remnants of my pancakes, scrapping them into the trash before putting the plate into the sink, "I'm not like most girls."

He got up, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me, pressing his lips against my cheek, "That's for sure. "

He let go of me and headed into the bedroom. I could hear him searching around in the closet. I dried off the dish and put it away. I followed him into the bedroom, catching a glimpse of him shirtless as he slipped on a new shirt. His back was to me and I saw the muscles etched out across his back. 

I spotted the dirty shirt in the trash can beside the bed. I cleared my throat. Jolin turned around with a smirk on his face. 

"See something you like?"

I blushed but didn't say anything. I sat on the bed, leaning back on my forearms. Jolin came over, leaning over me. He leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss. I moaned softly, melting into the kiss. Jolin and I had never really been intimate before. I had been rather reserved from him especially after the stuff that had happened with my ex. I just didn't really want to be close to anyone. 

I felt him press himself against me and I let out another moan. I gently pushed against his chest, pushing him away from me. He leaned back a bit, enough for me to pull myself up the bed and away from him. He gave me a confused look. 

"Jolin. I don't really want to do this right now. I'm just not in the right state of mind. And on top of that, I don't even know where we stand. Or where I WANT us to stand," I confessed, pulling my feet up and tucking them underneath me. 

Jolin sighed, crawling up the bed to sit beside me, "We're whatever you want us to be."

"But what do YOU want us to be?" I countered, turning to look at him. 

"You know what I want."

I groaned and looked up, "Yeah. I just don't know what I want. I mean, obviously I don't have the best history at picking guys. That's why I'm here."

"But I'm not like other guys," he took my hand, "I will always protect you and never hurt you."

I nodded but didn't say anything. I didn't know WHAT to say. He never had given me any reason to think the he would hurt me. But I just didn't know if I wanted to make myself completely vulnerable to someone else again.