By the time we were both sweaty and spent, I was too wobbly to be able to get back into my clothes, so he picked me up and rolled me into his bed instead. "Bai Ye …" I protested a bit too feebly as he tucked me under the blanket. "We could've cleansed first—" I winced at the crispy sheets smearing wet beneath me, "—and it's not night yet."
"It will be night before you know it." He lay down next to me, gathering me in his arms. "And we'll clean the sheets at the end. I promise they will get much messier than this."
His breath was hot against my face, and I felt my cheeks burn. He still wanted more of me, I thought with a furtive smile. We weren't done for the evening.
"Then will you let me check your wounds first?" I asked. Distracting and untimely as it sounded … We had already sweated enough, and I wanted to make sure that those cuts did fully scab before making anything worse.
