I fell in love with the purple devil

Part 33

~Ann's point of veiw~

I stripped down, my work out clothes coated in either sweat or blood from my wound nearly having to peel them off me as they sat in a pile on the ground. I watched the door every once in a while to make sure but I didn't think he would be coming back anytime soon so once I had adjusted the water just right I stepped in with a relieved groan as it hit my aching body. I had taken the bandages off as it seemed better than before and I didn't want to get it wet. I gently push my hair back letting out a sigh and taking just a few minutes to not think about the hell that we my current situation. I take the body wash down and crinkle my nose a little, I was going to smell like him if I used it but I had nothing else. I squeezed some into my palm and began to wash over myself humming quietly. Once I felt throughly clean I climbed out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel and sigh biting my lip, "...kilgrave?" I call realizing i didn't have any clean clothes. It was a minute or so before he called back but he sounded...different, 'y-yes?' He called back and I raise my eyebrow peaking my head out to see his eyes where slightly red, "is...what...did something happen?" He...he had been crying? His face darkens and he glares a little, 'of course not! Now what do you need! You called me here and I'm not a bloody servent!' He snaps and I was a little taken aback as he had been so very different a moment before. I glare back and huffy, "well that's to you I don't have any clean clothes here so" I cross my arms over my chest and he smirks, 'so? I don't see the problem here?' He coos and I roll my eyes, "pig" I mumble and  he snorts, 'I believe you'll be singing quite a different tune soon love, but...if you insist I'll have something brought for you, you can use what you like from the closet for now' he grins and I sigh and huff, "fine, whatever, no dresses" I mumble remembering that was usually his style as he pouts when I walk away. I get to the bedroom and hesitantly drop the towel picking up a large t shirt and a pair of boxers. I wasn't a huge fan of wearing his clothes but I didn't have a choice. The wound had stopped bleeding for the most part so I put my hair up and walk out. When he turns his eyes tint dark and his jaw tightens with a little growl as he looks me over and bites his lip a little. I squirm under his gaze and blush softly and glare a little, "oi? What are you looking at?!" I snap and he simply smirks