Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Sitting beside him, Josefina couldn't help but admire his lean, muscular back, free of any excess fat. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, his skin the color of sun-toasted wheat. His trim waist hinted at a strength that was unmistakable...

A blush crept up Josefina's cheeks, spreading to her ears like the ripening of a tomato, so tempting one could almost imagine taking a bite to savor the juicy fruit.

"Ouch..."

Oliver turned to look at her, and she gently pressed against his head. "Stay put for me." She couldn't bear to meet Oliver's eyes, afraid she might get lost in them.

Oliver lay on the bed, a warm breath spreading across his back. Josefina did blow on the wound, and it really seemed to help.

After a while, she took out a salve she had made and began to apply it to his cuts. "Stay still. I'm going to change your dressing," she instructed.

obediently lay still, true to her

the gauze, she spread the ointment, its cool touch bringing him relief. "Get some

taking care of me without a break. I'll have no choice but to offer myself to you to show my thanks." "Who wants you to offer yourself..." Josefina murmured, lowering her head to take a sip

his line of sight,

unaware of her predicament. Oliver had deliberately kept the incident under wraps, hoping for more

had indeed taken care of the two assailants. She was surprised. Oliver was a man of action. She knew she shouldn't have doubted him. The feeling of being protected was

with some work on her phone and messaged Hattie,

she dozed off against the back of her chair. When Oliver turned to look at Josefina, the dying light of the sunset enveloped

tightening Oliver's throat with emotion. He rose, shirtless, and approached Josefina,

the setting sun. Oliver gently lifted Josefina and

And so they slept.