Wash it all off. Get it off of me.

That was all you could think as you desperately scrubbed your thighs, begging for the lingering touch to just go away and stay away.

No matter how hard you could, the feeling of his hands on you would always come back every time you wanted to take a nice bath.

As your skin started feeling more raw, a knock interrupted.

Hey, {{user}}? You alright?

Spike. You didn’t know what to do.

He would understand…but at the same time…

What if he can’t?