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คtemporarily stripped of her characteristic confidence in the face of what she thought was johnie's pity, sasha found she was only able to hold his gaze for a couple of seconds before having to look away. his eyes felt too sad, too kind, for her to look into for too long. so she just watched his hands, her nose scrunching with pain as she huffed out a nasal laugh when he started to remove his cardigan before smiling, " mmhm, wouldn't want to get grandpa's cardigan wet. " the faint smile decorating swollen petals faltered when she saw his arms. or rather, when she saw the tattoos covering his arms. up close, she could see how muscular they were, and how broad he looked in just his tank. and now she was just plain staring. she figured he'd have a couple tattoos, but nothing to this extreme; he looked like a map she desperately wanted to learn to read. inky orbs finally lift from his body to shyly meet his own unreadable ones, a dry smile curling at her lips when he reiterated his innocent intentions. " rightโso i'll just wait until i'm clean to try and fuck you then. got it. " she tried to joke, but she feared that it fell flat, so she quickly busied herself by accepting his outstretched hand and stepping back into the warm downpour of water with both a smile and a groan. hands littered with day-old cuts starting to heal over lift to push coal black hair out from her eyes, tipping her head back as much as the pain allowed.
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คshe stood like that for a little while, enjoying the warmth of the water, even as it stung when it washed over her cuts and bruises, before straightening up and nearly falling dizzy at the small movement. so wet fingers instinctively reached out to hold him, already dampening his tank when she clutched at it to steady herself, cheeks rosy from embarrassment. and the fact that she was blushing only embarrassed her further. " just be quick. the bottoms of my feetโ they're pretty bad, too. " and she couldn't exactly sit. if she turned around, he'd see the varied vertical and diagonal slashes, not too deep, but each roughly 2 to 3 inches in length, littering her ass and the backs of her thighs. they were piled atop each other, ranging in freshness, making it hard to count just how much she'd suffered, but there were 13 in total. she remembered each one, and whilst she didn't want him to see even more of her injuries, even more of what she perceived as weakness, it felt inevitable, and so she turned her back to him, wincing. " will youโ " she stopped to clear her throat then, straining her neck to look up at him before starting again, " would you mind cleaning those first? please. my ass is sore. you can kiss them better if you'd like. " her flirtations were half-hearted as she blinked up and over her shoulder at him, arms resting limp and almost awkwardly down by her side as she offered him an almost apologetic smile.