The warmth of the blood slipping down her skin was nearly scalding as she stepped into the kitchen, keeping one hand on the wall and then the counter as she walked. She shuddered and bit her lip again as Vincent rubbed the cream into her open wounds, but she knew that he was just trying to help. Right?
Feeling his lips touch her shoulder, she sighed and leaned her head forward, some of her hair slipping free from it's towel to fall over her shoulders. She really should cut it, but Vincent didn't like it short, now did he? "Thank you, love," she murmured, turning her face towards his, even though it stung.