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DIESEL POV
I hissed through my teeth as I poured hot water over the wound. It stung like hell, but I’m Diesel for a reason. A lucky shot like this has nothing on me. It was only a bullet graze.
My mind wasn’t on the wound though.
It was on her.
She had been a bit too quiet on the ride back. I tried to convince myself that by now she had nothing left on her mind. She had faced her demon tonight and slapped the bastard. That took guts. I believed she had no more shit to think about.
I turned off the water, dried myself quickly, and wrapped a towel around my waist. The mirror showed the red line across my shoulder. It would need stitches or at least good bandaging, but that could wait a few more minutes.
I stepped out of the bathroom and stopped.
Daisy was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face down, shoulders slightly hunched. She didn’t even notice I was there. She was completely carried away in her thoughts.
The moment I took a step forward, she jerked back to reality. She quickly used the back of her hand to wipe her face and forced a smile, like she was trying hard to look fine.
I walked closer, reached down, and gently lifted her chin with my fingers.
Of course there were traces of tears.
“You are crying,” I said. My voice came out low, but there was a rough edge to it I couldn’t hide.
She tried to smile again, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine… just overwhelmed.” Her gaze dropped to my wounded shoulder and she instantly tried to change the topic. “You’re still bleeding. Let me get the first aid kit.”
As she started to move, I held her back gently but firmly, my hand wrapping around her wrist.
My chest tightened with anger — not at her, but at the fact that she was still trying to hide her pain from me. Lying to me. Pretending she was okay when she clearly wasn’t.
I looked into her eyes again and asked plainly, my voice steady and serious.
“You are crying.”
She held my gaze for a second, then looked away, then back at me. Her lips trembled.
“My father…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Donald said blame my deadbeat father… that he sold me out. What if he’s right? The misfortune of my life actually started from the one who gave birth to me… my father.”
The moment the words left her mouth, I understood.
Without saying anything, I pulled her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her tightly. She buried her face against me, her body shaking with silent sobs.
I held her closer, one hand stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back.
“Your father is a coward,” I said quietly, my voice low and firm. “He ran and left you to carry his shit. That’s on him. Not on you.”
She didn’t reply, just clung to me tighter.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head and kept holding her.
I held her closer, one hand stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back.
She let out a small, broken sound against my shoulder. “Uhhhh…”
Then she broke free from the hug, wiping her face quickly.
“You are still bleeding,” she said, her voice shaky but determined. “Let me take care of it.”
Before I could say anything, she rushed toward the drawer where I kept the first aid kit. She pulled it out, opened it on the bed, and started searching through the contents with trembling hands.
She grabbed the antiseptic wipes and some gauze, then came back to me. I sat on the edge of the bed so she could reach my shoulder easier. She poured some antiseptic on a cotton pad and pressed it to the graze.
Her touch was gentle, but she was obviously not good at this. She dabbed too hard in some places, too light in others, and her hands kept shaking. She kept glancing at my face like she was scared she was hurting me.
“I will do it,” I said quietly.
“No, I want to—” she started, but I took the cotton from her hand.
I went on to clean the wound properly, then reached for the needle and thread to close the deeper part of the graze. The moment I pushed the needle through my own skin, Daisy flinched hard.
She made a small sound, her face scrunching up as if the needle was entering her own body. Her eyes watered again, and she looked away, biting her lip like she was the one in pain.
I paused, needle still in hand, and looked at her.
“Daisy.”
She turned back to me, her expression guilty. “Sorry… it just looks like it hurts so much.”
A small smirk tugged at my lips despite everything.
“It doesn’t hurt as much as seeing you cry,” I told her.
When I finally finished and taped the gauze over it, she let out a long breath, as if she had been the one holding it the whole time.
I patted my lap, inviting her to sit..
She hesitated for only a second before climbing onto my lap, straddling me carefully. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer until her chest pressed against mine.
I murmured against her hair, “You don’t have to fix everything tonight. Just let me hold you.”
She nodded against my chest, her body slowly relaxing into mine. Her arms slid around my neck, and for a moment everything felt peaceful.
That peace didn’t last long, and that's because I can’t think straight with the feel of her warm body on my lap, the way her soft thighs squeezed against my sides, the faint scent of her skin mixed with the night air — it all hit me at once. My cock hardened instantly, pressing thick and heavy against her through the thin towel. I couldn’t help it. I slid one hand down her back, pulling her even closer, while the other cupped the back of her neck. My lips found hers again, deeper this time, slower, more intentional. I kissed her like I wanted to taste every worry still lingering in her mind.
Daisy melted for a few seconds, kissing me back with the same heat, my body was already over charged..ready to.. but then she broke free, breathing hard.
“I should take my bath as well,” she whispered, cheeks flushed.
I closed my eyes and let out a low groan. “Oh no…”
She smiled, soft and shy, then added, “And we should eat after.”
I looked at her, eyes dark with want. “I wish that wasn’t necessary.”
Daisy’s smile widened. She stood up slowly, right in front of me, and began pulling off her clothes. She didn’t turn away or try to hide. Piece by piece, she dropped them into the basket — until she stood completely bare. Her skin glowed under the dim light, every curve soft and inviting.
I couldn’t look away.
My eyes followed every movement — the gentle sway of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the smooth line of her hips. My cock throbbed under the towel, aching for her. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurt.
As she turned to head toward the bathroom, I rose from the bed to follow.
I barely took one step before Daisy spun around and pushed me back with both hands. I fell onto the bed, surprised. She laughed — a light, playful sound that made my chest warm — and tried to run to the bathroom.
But I wasn’t letting her get away that easily.
I faked a sharp wince, clutching my wounded shoulder. “Ah—”
It worked instantly.
She stopped mid-step and rushed back to me, eyes wide with worry. “I’m sorry! I don’t mean to—”
Before she could finish, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the bed with me. I rolled us so she was tucked against my chest, my arms locking around her in a tight, warm cuddle.
“Diesel!” she protested with a small laugh, squirming lightly. “I need to bathe…”
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in. My voice came out low and rough, full of affection.
“Who said you need that when you smell like mine?”
She froze for a second, then let out a soft, embarrassed giggle. Her cheeks turned pink as she hid her face against my chest.
I held her closer, one hand gently stroking her bare back, the other resting possessively on her hip.