I Am The Luna

VALERIE.

I glance up at him, but he’s still out of it. Taking a deep breath, I continue. Another painful thirty or forty minutes later, I’m done.

I think I’ve got them all, but I will have him get a scan just to be sure, for now, this will help him immensely. I sit back after glueing the deep cut shut. With his rapid healing, it will close by itself and does not need stitches.

I wipe the blood away and apply the dressing over the cut before I sit back feeling exhausted.

Up until now, I didn’t realise how I was feeling. My only thought was to heal him. Thank the goddess you’re ok.

I plant a soft kiss on his abs before brushing his auburn locks off his face and stand up, cleaning up the blood and taking away the dirty towels. After wiping him down and removing the bed sheet that had some blood splattered on it, I wash the items I used and leave them to dry on the counter before I look down at myself. I need a shower.

I glance back at Zade. His heartbeat is steady, and I smile faintly, feeling relaxed.

He’s going to be ok….

I sit down on the bed beside him for a moment, simply gazing at his face.

Zade…

Leaning over, I brush his hair off his forehead, my gaze dipping to his earring and then the small tattoo behind his ear. He has several tattoos, from his hands. to his arms, his left breast, a few on his leg and a few on his back. Most are symbols, skulls or words.

Like the one along his left shoulder. ‘The Goddess forgives, but I don’t‘.

Kissing his cheek softly, I turn away and get off the bed, deciding to go shower, taking another clean towel with me before I walk into the bathroom. Leaving the door open a crack so I can hear if anyone shows up or if Zade needs me, I strip out of my clothes.

Switching on the shower, I step under the stream of water and close my eyes as I roll my neck, enjoying the hot water.

Once showered, I step out, grab a towel, and wrap it around myself. Returning to

the bedroom; I walk over to his rack of clothes and pick up a shirt; I glance at the bed before I remove my towel, about to dry my hair when I sense someone

watching me and I know exactly who it is.

I hold the towel to my breasts as I turn, relieved to see his eyes are open, my heart racing when I notice how he’s drinking up my naked form, his gaze lingering on my thighs, which I’m barely covering with this tiny towel.

“I think I got all the fragments out. How are you feeling?” I ask breathlessly, turning away slightly, knowing I’m giving him a full nude side profile, but deep down I’m enjoying his attention.

“Great.” He replies, his deep voice making me swallow hard.

“Good to hear,” I whisper. “Do you want something to drink or anything?” I pull on his shirt, now turning back to him, very aware that I’m not wearing any panties. Should I grab some boxers?

“Nothing…. Come here.”

His command makes my heart skip a beat and I go over to the bed, getting onto it. I reach out for his hand, which he gives me.

“You need to rest, sleep. I’ll sleep on the sofa…” I suggest meekly. I know he’s far too weak to do anything more, but the look in his eye has me worried he’ll try something, and I won’t be able to behave, and he does need his wound to heal fully first.

One of us needs to be responsible, but he’s making that so hard for me.

“There’s plenty of space on this bed for the both of us,” he answers quietly. “Or are you scared?” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I raise an eyebrow. “Scared? Of what? Please.” I scoff, rolling my eyes as I drop onto the bed and slip my legs smoothly beneath the sheets.

He lifts his body, allowing me to free them from under him and pull it over both of us.

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