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.

lay still, true to her

the gauze, she spread the ointment, its cool touch bringing him relief. "Get some rest now. I'll keep watch,"

still cold. You've been taking care of me without a break. I'll have no

sight, she nibbled on snacks

colleagues were unaware of her predicament. Oliver had deliberately kept the incident under wraps,

learning that Oliver had indeed taken care of the two assailants. She was surprised. Oliver was a man of

the bed, Josefina felt a softness in her heart. She dealt with some work on her

against the back of her chair. When Oliver turned to look at Josefina, the dying light of

the glow, tightening Oliver's throat with emotion. He rose, shirtless, and

light of the setting sun. Oliver gently lifted Josefina and placed her on the bed, curling beside her and drawing

And so they slept.