Sunny turns her head away, pressing her cheek into my chest. “Is it still bleeding?”
I put pressure below the gash, checking to see how bad it is. It’s a clean cut, and it’s not too deep, just a surface wound. Blood wells again so I move her hand back under the water. “It’s not bad. It doesn’t need stitches or anything.” I kiss the top of her head.
She does this shuddery thing.
“You got bandages down here?”
“I think there might be some in the drawer.” She flops her hand in the general direction of the cupboards to our right.
“I’ll get one, then?” I can’t move until she stops leaning on me.
“I think I need to sit down.” The words come out all drunken sounding. Then Sunny slides down my body. I catch her under the arms before she hits the floor.
“Sweets?” I crouch, using my shoulder to stop her head from lolling around. Her eyes are rolled up, and she’s total dead weight. She fainted. I prop her against the cabinets, adjusting her limp body so she won’t fall over. This isn’t going the way I planned.
The paper towels are a couple inches out of reach. To prevent her from falling over, I stand in front of her, bracing my thigh against her shoulder to hold her up. It isn’t the best position, well, not for the situation, anyway. My dick is two inches from her face, and I’m naked.
She starts to come to as I snatch up the paper towels. Ripping off a couple of sheets, I reposition to crouch again, but she wraps her arms around my legs and face-butts me in the junk. I grunt, pain shooting up my spine and nailing me right in the back of the throat. Bile comes with it, as does the sensation that my balls are going to forever reside below my Adam’s apple.
I drop to the floor in front of her, gritting my teeth. My vision blurs and then clears.
“Miller?” She’s all breathy and confused.
I feel her palm on my cheek. Her piercing scream makes my ears hurt as much as my balls. Then she faints again.
I wipe at the damp spot on my cheek and check my fingers. There’s a faint streak of red, almost dried already. I wet the paper towel and wipe my cheek until it comes clean. Then I wrap a clean paper towel around her bloody finger and wait for her to come around a second time. My balls still really fucking hurt, but they’ll be fine in a couple hours. A face-butt to the groin is nothing like a puck or a stick to the cup.
Her eyes flutter open.
“Hey.”
She glances around, taking in her position on the floor. “Did I faint?”
“Twice.”
“I don’t handle the sight of blood well.”
“I figured that out.”
“Sorry.”
“Aside from the face-butt to the balls, it’s cool.” Chicks don’t understand how much it hurts to get bagged. I’ve heard Vi talk about how chicks give birth, and I’m sure that hurts like a motherpucker, but at least there’s the option for drugs to take away the pain. When a guy gets a shot to the nuts, there’s nothing we can do but put a bag of frozen peas on it and wait for our balls to come back down from our throats.
“The face-butt to what?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. I’m going to get you a bandage now, ’kay?”
At her nod, I stand and turn toward the cabinets she pointed to in the first place.
“You’re naked.”
“Yup.” I open the drawer and rummage around, looking for a bandage. I move aside a ball of elastic bands and a million pens and pieces of scrap paper.
“Why?”
I glance over my shoulder. “I’m giving being a nudist a shot. What do you think?”
“Naked looks good on you.”
She gives me a weak smile and sits cross-legged on the floor, showing me her lack of panties under her shorts.
“Not as good as it looks on you.”