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.

wound? Moreover, you’ve seen me naked before. Why so

off guard, Loraine bit her lip and shot him

Who cares

herself, closing her eyes for a moment. Then, she retrieved the ointment from the

feeling swirled in her

and the sensation of

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

this setting was different. They were the

breathing echoed in the

A ‘s L I B R A

hard, Loraine concentrated on the task at hand, focusing solely on the

her. Ina subdued voice, she chided him, “You knew the wound hadn’t fully