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

lip and shot him a

Who cares about

of perfection, she composed herself, closing her eyes for a moment. Then, she retrieved the ointment from the box and began applying it to

strange feeling swirled in her

felt solid and the

wounds before and had caught glimpses of his body

They were the only two

apartment. The Lighting was subdued, and their breathing echoed in the stillness of the room. Marco’s abdominal muscles undulated before

A ‘s L

concentrated on the task at hand, focusing

of sympathy within her. Ina subdued voice, she chided