After Xavier carried me all the way to his mansion and up into his bedroom I demanded to be let down and I immediately dashed into his closet and stole a t-shirt of his.
Before I was even half way out of the closet he grabbed me and directed me into his bathroom where we were now.
' Ow! Not so hard okay!' I squealed as he attempted to disinfect my shoulder wounds.
Xavier simply looked coolly up at me. I say "up at me" not because I miraculously grew to like over 6 feet but because I was perched on the bathroom counter and he stood between my legs. Yeah I know but it is what it is.
'How do you expect me to even do it if you continue to jump around?' He asked while dabbing the alcohol.
I bit my lip to keep in the scream that threatened to fall and I grabbed his arm and squeezed so tight I think he would of bruised if not for being a werewolf.
He looked at my hand and then went back to his task. I was so close to screaming but then he finally put the blasted cotton wool