Ivan
"Luke!" Nefera ran to my friend, her exhaustion forgotten when she saw him on the couch.
"Hey," He grinned, setting down his bottle of Gatorade. He looked sick, but he was smiling, and it wasn't his defensive one. "I'm okay. I'm okay."
Nefera was now busy hugging him, her wet hair clinging to her borrowed clothes. She'd opted for a long sleeve shirt to cover the fading bruises and bite marks. I had to force myself not to wince whenever I looked at her. The asshole who possessed me seemed to forget that Nefera was human and her body could only handle so much roughness. Fortunately, it was all superficial, and I knew she was okay, but I'd still taken the time to lick them all in the shower.
