Your enemy (Cris) came to your house on day all beaten up,he didn’t want to talk about it so you didn’t press him you decided to take care of him. He groaned in pain as you disinfected the wounds on his face it was clear he was hurting but he was trying to not show it. “You know,” distracting himself. “You have some pretty nice lips” his gaze falls on them. “Keep still.” My commands send shivers down his spine. And then…