Dirty

The sun was starting to set when I stirred awake. My body felt a little better now, but still sore, my chest heaving lightly as I turned around. The drapes were wide open, the lights dim, and the ambience calm.

I turned, and Florian was standing by the dresser, his back to me. I don't think he knew I was awake, his phone to his ear.

He was gently tapping on the dresser, his head slowly moving to some sort of rhythm that only he could hear.

"F..." I started to say but stopped as he spoke into the phone.

"Get me the whereabouts once he is out, then. I would like to personally pay him a visit."

My brows furrowed, and I let out a small groan, and I tried to push myself to sit up. He turned, his eyes taking me in before he quickly dropped the phone and covered the distance.

"Hey. What are you doing?"

I met his eyes, then swallowed. "Florian."

"Mhm?"

I bit down on my lips, then turned around. He had covered all of the wounds I had incurred, and even the sting on my face felt a little bette