Nolan holds me close, his breath fanning my ears and down to my face. When the silence finally settles, he pulls back slightly and glances toward the bed.

"I think we should change the sheets." He murmurs.

I look back at him, slightly startled. "Right now? I think it's late."

He gives a small, almost knowing smile. "I felt a gush earlier. It wouldn't feel right leaving it that way. You would get more stained." He smirks, talking about the pool of blood that comes after losing one's ...