Somehow, I survived.
Not only that, but I also got a free hair-cleaning service.
I thought Leo would discover me this time, but he seemed to have found a reason for the lack of any wound. He also made me drink his blood to help with the recovery.
Once the shower is over, he helps me get rid of the clothes and wraps me in huge towels. Then, he carries me on the bed.
«I will change clothes,» he warns me before opening the wardrobe.
«Leo...» I whisper. His sensitive ears hear me perfectly, so there's no need to talk out loud. Also, I don't have the energy for it.
«Yes?»
«Can I wear your clothes?»
He brings me one of his t-shirts, and I notice the bright colour.
«I wonder if you ever wore this,» I state. «I can't picture you with such red clothes. Is it really yours?»
«It's mine.»
«Oh, now I want to see you wearing it...» I murmur.
