'Cause Nothing Lasts Forever ✔️

Chapter 12 - Action between Brothers

BLAIRE's POV

Rome was so packed with conspiracy, but its history is quite interesting.

I thought to myself as I stole another glance at the time. It was already too late, two hours past curfew. Although curfew didn't matter there in Madison's but he shouldn't be out that late. Days were running away from one by one, this year was troubled. A hell lot of things changed. 

“I miss you, Lily.” I murmured in a soft whisper looking out of the huge windows in my room and then made my way to the washroom.

I stepped out to see a person slouched on the couch, with a shadowy face and his head hung down.

“Christian,” I alluded, pacing towards him.

He didn't reply back. I kneeled down infront of him and asked,“What's wrong Woody?”

“Hey, what happened to your hand?” I interrogated as I noticed blood oozing out from one of them.

He straightened up, glancing into my eyes. Instantly, I felt wounded as I visualised his blood-stricken face. Several cuts and bruises covered his face, blood flowing down his nostrils and lips, added with a black eye.

“Come here,” I pursued as I helped him stand up and lead him to the bed.

“Lay down quietly now,” I ordered in a light scolding manner as if he was a kid of five.

I searched through the drawers for antiseptic liquids and ointments and then ran to the bathroom for warm water. I sat beside him to do the first-aid while he clutched the hem of my night pyjama asking me to come closer. I smiled dryly as I sat with his head on my lap. Pleasure filled his features at that moment. I dipped the cotton ball into the mixture and started cleaning the wounds slowly.

“Ah....” He cried out of pain but that was as low as a breeze.

I leaned down and blew air from my mouth to provide a soothing sensation to his burning wounds.

“Any more wounds?” I asked worriedly.

“Yeah....near the shoulder,” he fumbled.

“Would you like to check it out of your own?” I hesitated.

“Why? Why wouldn't you check that out too?” He demanded, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

“Because...ugh...because for that I need to remove your shirt,”

"So...?" He coaxed, wiggling his eyebrows.

No matter what, he could never be out of his cockiness.

A minute of silence  was maintained. 

“Oh come on missy as if you haven't seen me shirtless before,” He teased.

“Keep quiet and stop your lame comments,” I scolded him and he made a beautiful pout.

“So may I? I mean I wont remove it...I will just unbutton it so that the wound is visible and I would wash it out,” I explained.

“Aah, I'm dead,” he said putting his hands over his heart as if my words pained him, “If you justify yourself for opening my shirt then I'm sure I'll be dead in less than a minute babe,” he pouted his lips.

“Shut up, stop being a drama queen,” I rolled my eyes.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-built chest which is neither tanned or pale but a beautiful skin tone which seems like that of caramel. I felt his eyes adoring my face. He looked so damn horrible yet handsome with his black eye. I wanted the old Christian back. Finally, a bruise peeped out just above his shoulder. I washed it out carefully and then soothed it down.