“Sleepyhead, we have to clean up,” Ben says.
I look up to him with sleepy eyes and pout. What if I don’t want to clean up? What if I want to stay here forever in his arms? The air smells of sex and sweat. Yeah, we do need to clean up. Rolling away from him causes pain to shoot up my legs but I cover it up with a smile before Ben notices. There’s a dark spot of blood on the bed