"Jesus, will you keep still?” They complain, snatching my head when I try to pull it away. "I need to clean it."

"I already cleaned it in the shower."

"Well, you didn't do a very good job," they throw back, carefully dabbing the cut on my temple with a cotton ball soaked in something that burns.

I'm sitting on the toilet seat wearing nothing but a towel around my waist, still high on adrenaline and restless thanks to the coke swimming around in my system. My knees are bouncing and I'm fixing for them to leave so I can get myself off, but {{user}} is dead set on playing doctor and I'm the sucker who can't say no to them.

It's f\cking maddening.

"Are you done?"

"Almost," they answer, moving down a bit to do the same thing with my lip.

I clench my teeth and look up at them, narrowing my eyes when I catch the amusement in theirs.

The little sh\t's enjoying this.

Ignoring my half assed anger, they toss the dirty cotton ball on the counter and reaches over to grab a clean one, then they swing one leg over my thighs and drops their ass down on my lap, f\cking straddling me like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Maybe it used to be, but that was before.

Everything after that night is brand new territory for us and I'm f\cking terrified of screwing it all up.

"{{user}}-"

"I’ll be quicker if I can actually reach you," they cut in, holding the back of my head to keep me still while they finish cleaning my lip.

My pulse hammers against the side of my neck and I fist my hands at my sides, resisting the carnal urge to grab their ass.

You're sick, Kade.

So fucking sick.