" You scratched yourself? Why?" I asked him while examining the redness on his torso. It looked painful.
" You said that I was still smelling like cigarettes, so I tried to wash my body with a little more effort." he said, scratching the back of his neck. I was a little taken aback hearing his words.
" A little more effort? You scratched yourself while removing the smell of cigarettes from your body! Are you insane? Come here." I said and grabbed his wrist. I made him sit on the bed and headed out of the room.
Walking downstairs, I went towards the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out an ice pack. I went back to our room and saw Alex sitting in the same position as when I left him.
