" First, I don't traipse, and second, Helen's- devil take you, that hurts!" Exhausted, he dropped his head to his chest.
Helen regarded him sympathetically, knowing how he hated not being in control. Rhys was always well dressed and in command of himself. His very name connoted success, luxury, and elegance. None of that was consistent with finding himself on the floor, battered, bruised, and forcibly divested of his clothing.
"And second?" she prompted gently, bringing him back to his unfinished thought.
"You're not ruined," he said gruffly, his head still down. "You're perfect."
Helen's heart twisted with painful sweetness. She wanted badly to comfort and cradle him. Instead she had to settle for stroking his black hair very lightly. He pushed his head against the caress, like an affectionate wolf. "
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Helen regarded him sympathetically, knowing how he hated not being in control. Rhys was always well dressed and in command of himself. His very name connoted success, luxury, and elegance. None of that was consistent with finding himself on the floor, battered, bruised, and forcibly divested of his clothing."And second?" she prompted gently, bringing him back to his unfinished thought.
"You're not ruined," he said gruffly, his head still down. "You're perfect."
Helen's heart twisted with painful sweetness. She wanted badly to comfort and cradle him. Instead she had to settle for stroking his black hair very lightly. He pushed his head against the caress, like an affectionate wolf." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>