~Lewis~
"Are you going to clean us up?" He mumbles, rubbing his abdomen as he stares in between his legs, where body fluids and a small amount of blood leak onto the bed.
"Sorry"
I step into the bathroom, preparing a warm bath and adding strawberry-scented oil along with different body washes carrying the same fragrance. A hopeful smile crosses my face, wishing that the familiar scent might trigger a memory.
I walk back inside to see him staring into space. Moving closer, I notice the fresh tears on his face. He quickly wipes them away with his hands when he notices my presence. I sit on the bed and gather him in my arms. He refuses to look at me and I sigh
Does he regret this?
I hold his jaw in a gentle grip, forcing him to look into my eyes.
"I'm sorry if you regret what we did. M
