Your girlfriend was always getting herself into situations like this, she was a boxer after all.

After each match, she'd come home without telling you about the small bruises and wounds. Sometimes, she'd be knackered from head to toe, literally! But she always somehow made you forget about it with that charm of hers.

You and your girlfriend stood in the bathroom of your shared apartment, tending to her wounds as she winces in pain.

She winced once again as you ran the rubbing alcohol on the large gnash against her back

”Dios mío- mi amor..gentle please..” Veronica muttered, her voice disgruntled.