Sit, Stay, Roll Over ✓

(27) Band-Aid

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"WELCOME TO MOTOR-INN, HOW may I help you?" a woman at the front desk greeted us with the most boring tone I've ever heard in my life. She looked like she didn't want to be there, but she was forced to still greet us because she was getting paid to do it. Honestly, more power to you ma'am.

     "We need a room with one bed for the whole night. We don't need any food service or anything like that," Hunter explains, hiding his injury with his jacket so the woman wouldn't notice.

     Thankfully she also doesn't recognize Hunter's face despite being on the cover of a magazine that sold thousands of copies. I guess the launch wasn't as successful as we thought it was.

     "Just a shower with running water would be fine..."

    While Hunter was talking with the receptionist, I tightly grabbed hold of his arm while I looked around the area, holding onto a paper bag that contained Neilson's first aid kit, and a water bottle.

     We were literally in the middle of nowhere. There was a gas station a few miles away, and then this motel that looked old and forgotten. There were a few truck drivers having a drink outside, some even whistled at me when we walked past them. I don't want to be judgemental or anything, but I feel like the chances of me getting killed here are higher than the association chasing after us.

     "You can have the last room on the left," the woman tells us, grabbing the key behind her and handing it over to Hunter. "Enjoy your stay," she then says, and Hunter and I finally walked to our designated room.

     Hunter heads inside first, and I followed behind him. As soon as I closed the door, I quickly lead him to the bed so he could take a seat. I then placed the first aid kit on the table so I could check his wound for him.

    "Can you remove your coat?" I ask as I was getting the patches and the antibiotics ready. Hunter doesn't answer but starts removing his coat as slowly and carefully as he could. As soon as he removed it, I brought the things to the bed and placed them there before undoing his shirt.

     "Are you going to get mad at me if I tell you how hot you look tonight?" Hunter suddenly says, making me look back at him like he's an idiot.

     "You want me to pour alcohol on your injury so you could feel how hot I could really be?" I sarcastically ask him, and Hunter just laughs it off.

     As soon as I opened his shirt up, I removed my fancy coat and brushed my hair back with my fingers before kneeling in front of him. I knew that Hunter was going to comment about the position that we were in, so before he could even say it, I immediately glared at him and told him to zip it.

     Hunter chuckles again, but when I removed the patch that he placed on his wound earlier, he flinches, and the blood instantly made the hair on my skin stand.

     "Do you even know what you're doing baby?" He asks as I was trying to concentrate, hoping I'll magically get possessed by a nurse so I'd know what to do.

     "Just shut up," I say as I grabbed a clean cloth and a water bottle. After wetting it, I started cleaning Hunter's wound first. He winces at first, but then he relaxes eventually. I guess the health classes I had when I was in high school paid off after all.

     While I was cleaning him, I glanced back at Hunter's face. The room was dark, and the only thing that illuminated us was the neon lights from the motel sign outside. But despite that, Hunter looked amazing. I know I got mad at him for saying it to me, but he's no doubt hot himself.

     "Do you have sex with your masters the way you have sex with me?" I suddenly blurted out, immediately making myself cover my mouth right after because I wasn't supposed to ask that out loud. Of course, I was already too late because Hunter was already staring back at me like he heard the most absurd thing in the world.