YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 139.

Max doesn't even wince as I run the damp towel over her wounds. I dip the towel back into the sink full of water, attempting to dilute the blood from the white fabric.

She looks up at me as I stand over her. She is seated on the edge of the bathtub and I stand between her legs. She holds her hands up once more.

"We need to get something to put on your thumb." I tell her as I twist the towel to wring out the excess water.

"It will be fine." She says.

"No, look how deep it is. The skin is already purely scar tissue and you just keep tearing it back open." I scold her.

she doesn't say anything, she just studies my face.

"What?" I ask her.

I drain the pink water and wait for her to respond.

"Nothing.." She lies.

"Tell me."

"I just can't believe you put up with my shit." She says.

"Me either." I smile.

"It's a lot of shit to put up with."

"Yea it is.." I say and watch as a frown takes over her face.

"It's worth it though." I add, meaning it.

She smiles and I bring my hand to her face, running the pad of my thumb over the pit of her dimple.

"Sure it is." Her smile grows.

"I need a shower." She says and stands up.

She removes her shirt before leaning down to turn the shower faucet.

"I'll be in the room then." I tell her.

"Wait.. why? Take one with me?"

"Your mother is in the other room." I explain quietly.

"So.. it's only a shower. Please?"

I can not refuse her, she knows this. The smirk on her face as I sigh in defeat proves it.

"Unzip me?" I request and turn my back to her.

I lift my hair into my hands and her fingers find the zipper immediately. The black fabric falls to the floor and I step out of it.

"I like that dress." She tells me and removes her pants and boxers.

I try not to stare at her naked body as I slide the straps of my bra down my arms. When I am completely naked Max steps into the shower, holding her hand out for me. Her eyes rake down my body and stop at my thighs with a scowl.

"What?" I try to cover myself with my arms.

"The blood. It's on you." She gestures to the faint marks of dried blood.

"It's fine." I grab the loofa and rub it against my skin.

"Let me." She takes it from me and covers it with soap.

Max bends down to her knees and I can't help the goose bumps that form on my skin at the sight of her on her knees in front of me. The loofa moves up and my thighs, slowly circling around. Only Max can make washing her blood off of me feel this intimate. She has a direct line to my hormones. She brings her face close to my skin and I try not to squirm as her lips touch my left hip.

She keeps one of her hands wrapped around the back of my thigh, holding me in place as she does the same to the right.

"Hand me the shower head." She says, breaking me from my perverted thoughts.