Getting him out of his clothes, finally, I step back again, openly looking at him. The bruises, the blood on his neck, the old scars and the ink. Beautiful might seem like a strange word to describe somebody like him, but it drifts up in my head now and then.

Turning off the taps, I dip my hand into the water. It's just a little too hot, but maybe that was the point.

"Alright. Get in."