Oh, Henry

I opened his awful excuse for a bandage and concluded that he probably didn't even wash the wound with water. With a handful of alcohol-soaked cotton swabs, I cleaned up the dried blood recalling, Maggie also cleaned the duke's wounds! That’s when he first noticed her! I rubbed the prophylaxis cream into every mark on his hand. Three round red dots marked the large mound of his palm and another at the base of his thumb. The skin around them appeared red and raw already, not a good sign. The flip side of his hand appeared a little bruised. His hands were twice the size of mine, and his skin felt rough, tough, and he had calloused fingertips. Just like that duke, he had sinful hands! I looked back at his eyes and felt the nerves along my skin tingle at the way he was gazing at me.