Their eyes held each other's.
"Please get off me," she requested. He stood up and move a little bit away from her. She stood up as well, her hand brought some hair to the back of her ear awkwardly.
"You should go freshen up," she said picking up the blanket. Lines appeared on her forehead when she saw how his blood tainted her couch.
'More work for her!' she thought.
"Where's my gun?" he asked.
"I kept it for you..." she trailed off and walked over to a drawer, she collected his gun from it.
"Here," she handed it to him.
He collected it from her, his eyes so fixed on her.
"There's a room on this floor, just move to your right you'll see it, it's unlocked. I put all the things you will need to freshen up including something to protect your wound as you take your bath.
