"I should have killed that fucker."
"I'm alright, " I said feebly.
"Don't kid me. I am so not in the mood," Eric said with a sigh then he turned me and gently pushed me to the shower.
I stood under the hot spray and relived what happened in my mind. I knew it would take me some time to get over what had happened. The raw aches and pains were a vivid reminder but they will fade and my wounds will heal. Both the physical and the psychological.
I glimpsed a hand reached past me to grab a bar of soap and involuntarily shuddered in reaction. I knew it was a matter of time before I would stop jumping at every shadow. But this hand was no shadow. It was attached to a very strong very viril naked body of my soon to be ex-bos Eric.
I gasped when he reached out to ruthlessly haul me against him. Without a word of explanation he started to impersonally lather soap on my person. He scrubbed us both raw. For after he finshed with me he washed himself as aggressively. Before hauling me into his arms as we both stood under the shower to wash the dirt of the day away.
