Blue (The Spectrum Series: #3)

Chapter Thirty-Five

I wake up to the dull ache between my legs transforming into a sharper sensation. A gasp leaves my mouth against my will. Sitting up slowly, I run a hand over my face and push my hair off my forehead before looking down at Blue. He's snoring lightly and has an arm draped over my lap. I'm annoyed at being woken up to pain, but I knew what to expect when I chose to have sex. My heart jumps at the thought, but before I can think too much and be overwhelmed, I gently lift Blue's hand and slip out of the bed. I have to pee. He grumbles and reaches for me. I grab my pillow and put it at his side. He frowns, as if sensing I've moved and he's upset, but ends up pulling it to his chest. I think I see him sniff the pillow and hum in satisfaction. I cover the laugh escaping my mouth. I tip-toe over to the door several feet away from the bed. I twist it open and find myself in an ensuite; the other door in the room must be the closet.

I stare in the long mirror above the sink as I wait for the water to warm up. My mouth falls open at the reflection. I look like a different person somehow. More... womanly. My eyes are still too large for my face, but they hold the memory of Blue staring into them. I run my fingertips across my swollen lips and examine my glowing rosy cheeks. I gasp as I drag my curious touch down the valley of my breasts. Small red marks cover my breasts and when I touch them I'm reminded of his hot mouth against my skin and my cheeks grow warmer and redder. I not only look subtly different, I look euphoric. I definitely feel bliss running through my veins as I run my eyes over my body, a canvas of evidence of Blue making love to me. I stare at the slight bruise on my hips from his desperate touch, then at my swollen lips from his tender kiss. I am snapped from my observance when I notice the steam from the shower. Blushing, I step in.

I jump slightly at the piping hot water and turn it down a little. I stand back and wait a few minutes before stepping back under the showerhead. Much better. I soak my body with the lukewarm water before using the unused luffa hanging on the tile wall to thoroughly scrub my body with the generic body wash. I feel like a new, mature person and I love the blissful feeling after having sex for the first time, but I can't help but feel dirty. I catch sight of pinkish water swirl down the drain. Knowing it's my blood, I close my eyes and rub my skin harder until it turns sensitive under the warm water. I wash out my hair and daydream my fingers are Blue's long ones. I smile, remembering him combing through my hair after we did the dirty deed. Thinking about the sedated smile on his swollen lips brings one to mine.

I get out almost an hour later. But I still feel pain between my thighs. It's much more tolerable than when I went to sleep and woke up, but it's almost throbbing. I sigh and focus on finding a comb to undo the knots in my hair. I find on in one of the dressers in the sink counter and comb until I'm happy with the result.

I'm wrapping a towel around myself when I spot a porcelain tub on the other side of the room, a foot away from the window letting in moonlight. Maybe a bath will help with the soreness. It'd be a bonus if there are jets. I walk over to the bathtub and grin—there's jets. I twist on the pipe and fold my towel and place it on the sink counter. I quickly use the toilet as wait for the tub to fill. The industrial tub is filling up fast and is ready to get in after about two minutes. I find a pink bath bomb inside the counter and watch it turn the clear water a dainty pink before stepping in. A gleeful sigh purrs out of my mouth and I lean against the hard-working jets. Let it work against my body. Leaning against the small throw pillow against the top of the tub, I close my eyes and let them rest for a few minutes. Or half an hour, I can't tell time right now.

My relaxed nap is interrupted by the door clicking open. I sit up and cover my breasts and clench my thighs closed, terrified. Until I look up and see it's just Blue.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" I ask him quietly. I thought the jets would be quieter.

He shakes his head. "No, I just woke up feeling like something was wrong. And there was."