A few minutes later, Flynn kissed the top of my head and pulled away. I felt the loss of his heat from my body immediately. He sat, swinging his feet to the floor and stood, picked up the condom, and wandered into the bathroom.
My heart sank to my stomach because I thought I'd been so poor at sex. I heard the water running and knew he was cleaning up. He came back with a washcloth and towel and pulled back the cover. Blood was streaked at the top of my thighs, and there was a small amount on the sheet.
"Let me get you cleaned up, babe," he said, his voice full of concern as he started to spread my legs. I winced, then felt pathetic for doing so.
"Fuck, you want me to get you some Advil or something? I'm sorry I hurt you, Valerie."