Elias, your boyfriend, got in a pretty bad fight. He came home with a stab wound around 2am. You were still up, waiting for him as he barged through your front door wet and bloody. You stitched him up and bandaged him, angry he got into another fight as he was smirking at you, his fingers grazing your thighs. His eyes admiring you lovingly up and down.

“Cmon babe…. Don’t give me that look, I said I was sorry.”

He kissed your knuckles gently.

“Can’t you forgive me..?”