"Mmm . . ."
Groaning, Evangeline opened her eyes and saw blurs of white before her vision focused on the face of Eric, who was staring at her with a fondness in his eyes.
"Good morning," he said.
"Mm . . . what time is it?" she gruffly answered. Moving her limbs, she let out a sharp cry. She was jolted awake by the soreness of her muscles and searing pain of her swollen vagina.
Eric was quickly by her side, assisting her to sit on the bed. His arms braced her shoulder while his other hand landed on her abdomen, rubbing her belly. The warmth of his hand and the pressure brought by his massages released some of the tensions of her sore muscles.
"It's past the hour of lunch. Are you hungry?" he asked, sitting next to her, worry on his face.
She smiled and closed her eyes, weakly resting her back against the headboard. She was weak and aching. Plus, the growling of her stomach the moment she woke up wasn't adding to her current predicament.
