The days had been passing quietly and beautifully with Jennifer.
They woke up every morning naked together. Shower after shower. Oral sex that lasted for hours. Times when they drank each other's piss while standing under the warm spray. They cooked naked, ate naked, kissed naked. They never felt the need to cover themselves. Their bodies were completely free with each other.
One morning, as soft sunlight was just rising and painting the tiny apartment in warm gold, Haruto woke up from a deep sleep.
He felt something warm and sticky on his right thigh.
He opened his eyes and looked down.
Blood.
Fresh, bright red blood was smeared across his thigh — thick, sticky, and still slightly warm. It had soaked into the blanket and stained the white sheet beneath him in a long, uneven trail.
Haruto sat up quickly.
"Jenny… wake up. There's blood on my thigh."
