It was funny, really. He’d bought the kit on a whim because he was prone to cutting himself on the sharp equipment he was around daily. But hadn’t once done so since he’d tossed it under the sink in his bathroom.
Now that he had a beautiful shifter around him, though? Damn.
“Your shirt …” Pilar mumbled to him, nodding to the tattered fabric still lying on his floor.
He shrugged. “I’ve got a few extras. Don’t worry about it.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Taking it out, he glanced at the screen and snorted to himself.
“Guess everyone’s already back. Looks like we’ll have to eat while we work.”
* * *
Arriving at his penthouse,Maverick couldn’t help but notice Pilar’s unusual silence throughout the rest of their day.
He’d chalked it up to her feeling guilty for hurting him earlier … partially his fault for not addressing it at the moment, however. But he figured she’d get over it by the time he clocked out and brought her back home.
No such luck, however.
Is she really that upset about the entire thing? Or is she upset that I kissed her so suddenly?
Both questions rattled around his brain. The answers might not be the ones he was hoping to hear. He didn’t want Pilar to be upset about hurting him … it was only an accident, and he knew she hadn’t meant it.
Nor did he want her to be upset that he’d made an advance on her. That was the absolutelastthing he wanted.
But the longer she stayed clammed up, the more his brain’s anxious thoughts kept running.
Unlocking his door, he opened it wide for her to enter first, feeling the bandages she’d put on him earlier tug uncomfortably when he shut it behind them.
He reached up and rubbed his hands over the spots.
“I’ll be right back.”
She glanced at him curiously while he walked down his hallway and into his bathroom.
Maverick slipped off his shirt and tossed it onto the sink next to him before flicking on the lights. He adjusted his glasses in the mirror before carefully tugging at the taped spots. Thankfully he’d stopped bleeding, but the areas were still definitely sore.
It kind of sent a thrill up his spine, though. Just thinking about Pilar’s shifter nature, seemingly not being able to control herself while they’d kissed, had turned him on more than he thought it would.
He tossed the soiled bandages into the trash and opened the side cabinet next to his head to fish out the cotton swabs and witch hazel. This would most likely hurt like a bitch, but at least he could make sure the areas remained clean while he slept.
Wetting the cotton swab with the medicine, he gritted his teeth when he placed it gently along the edges of one of the deeper-looking scratches. He tried not to hiss as it made contact.
Damn, she really dug down deep.
“Need help?”
He glanced over quickly, surprised to see Pilar standing in the doorway.
He smiled. “Please.”
She leaned away from the doorframe and came around him, a hand grabbing onto his side to move him away from the counter to give her more room to grab the cotton swabs and witch hazel.
He stood still when she tapped a freshly wetted swab against his skin, noticing that her touch was much gentler than his had been and a hell of a lot less painful.
He was about to open his mouth to thank her when she softly spoke.
“I’m sorry.”