Samantha Lee

I stood close to Tyler in his bathroom, the scent of antiseptic filled everywhere with the musky scent of him, it was… different intimate, almost. I dabbed the cotton ball, soaked in stinging hydrogen peroxide, onto the ugly gash in his knuckles. He flinched, a sharp hiss escaping his lips, his eyes were perfectly still, those infuriating, captivating eyes were fixed on my every move.

“Careful, Lee,” he muttered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“Stay still, ...