bruises

bruises

“I admit, it was a kneejerk┬áreaction,” John shivered. We were both nearly naked and dripping wet. The dive I took into the frozen lake was an accident, and John did his best to rescue me. He had a conscience after all. It was his fault that I broke in, in the first place. So he pulled me out, brought me back to the mansion.┬áThe blanket I had on my shoulders started itching. I hoped his itched as well. Continue reading “bruises”