She pulls away, but I grab her wrist and hold her there. “Please don’t stop. It feels… nice,” I murmur, loosening my grip as she resumes her exploration. While she’s distracted, I lather the soap on the washcloth and raise it to her temple, dabbing away the dried blood and dirt. Her fingers trail over my permanent smile line, and she gasps as she realizes just how deep I was cut. “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” I shake my head, a chuckle building in my chest. “Lillith, you’re saving me.”
