Goodbye, My Love

Marco had been contemplating how to prolong Loraine’s stay. Upon hearing her inquiry, he pointed towards the location of the first-aid kit.

Loraine crossed over to the medicine box and picked it up. As she turned around, she noticed Marco’s unblinking gaze fixated on her. A flush crept up her cheeks, and she made an effort to maintain a serious demeanor. “Come and sit,” she instructed.

Marco complied without hesitation, ambling over to the sofa and taking a seat. Loraine intended to ask him to roll up his sleeve so that she could tend to his wound, but Marco had preemptively removed his shirt entirely.

Suddenly, Loraine found herself face-to-face with Marco’s sculpted physique.

Taken aback, she instinctively spun around, her ears tinged a deep shade of red and her breath coming in short gasps.

Behind her, Marco’s teasing laughter filled the room.

weren’t you going to dress my wound? Moreover, you’ve seen me naked before. Why so

guard, Loraine bit her lip

on! Who cares about your

for a moment. Then, she retrieved the ointment

strange feeling swirled in

the sensation of touch was

had medicated Marco’s wounds before and had caught glimpses of his body several

different. They were the only

subdued, and their breathing echoed in the stillness of the room. Marco’s abdominal muscles

E L A ‘s L I B R A R

concentrated on the task at hand, focusing solely

stirred a pang of sympathy within her.