He flinched when the cold water hit his face. It seemed that the universe was being mean to him as well. Because why in all days had to be today that the electric heater of the building got to be broken today. He had to wash his face, and take a shower with cold water.
He sucked in his breath when he attempted to splash another handful of water on his face, and gritted his teeth to stop the explicit words from escaping his mouth. He breathed in deeply when his face was relatively wet to wash up. And faced another problem or more like another bout of pain.
The long streaks of Tiffany's nails were looking angry across his left cheek. When she slapped his right cheek, she clawed on his left. And when she clawed, she made sure that her long nails were buried in his skin.
