Suddenly Callea let go of Deive as if she was burned and rushed out of bed to get away from him. Her cheeks were flaming. She couldn't believe that she could be aggressive because she wanted to treat him immediately. How could something so innocent turn into a sexual ploy. Jeez!
She bent down her head and couldn't meet his eyes directly. "I am sorry."
When she glanced at him, his playful smile stayed. He seemed to enjoy the way she "harassed" him.
It was so embarrassing! What would he be thinking about her now? That she was excited to be with a man? He ancestors might rise from the grave and pull all her hair until she's bald. Where was her head? How could she face him now?
Callea's breath hitched when his robe fell open like he was Superman. Her eyes were exposed to the eyes to his athletic chest. "Go ahead! Do everything you must with me."
Her mouth went agape. "Ha?"
Do everything? If she would base it on the TV shows she watched, he was allowing her to do whatever she wanted. Her mouth watered. Deive was more skillful with women drooling over him.
Dios mio! I'm still a virgin!
Is it serious? He was offering himself to her.
She was as still as a statue while staring at his body. She didn't know what to do. Her hand holding the cotton was shaking. He overwhelmed her. She was still innocent. What was the first thing she must do?
What kind of groom did her grandfather gave him? They were not even together for an hour but he was turning her world around.
"Callea," he uttered.
"Yes?" Should she start treating him? Where do? How? Someone help her!
The gape on his robe widen. "What you waiting for? Treat me."
How could she treat him when she was not herself? Maybe she was the one who must see a doctor.
She reluctantly sat up. She slowly gets the cotton balls and put some drops of povidone iodine. Her hand trembled. She breathed deeply to control herself.
Like slow motion as she drew the cotton on deep scratches on his chest.
"Ahhh!" he cried in pain.
She panicked. "Is it painful? I'm sorry! Sorry! " She blows on the scratch to lessen the pain.
"Hehehe!" When she looked up, he was grinning from ear to ear. "It's just practice."
She nearly pummelled his face in frustration. He was just playing. She wanted to get mad but decided to keep on treating the scratches. Drat this man! She nearly had a heart attack when she thought he was hurt. To think that her conscience was bugging her because of the misfortune that had befallen him. Or maybe he was pushing her conscience to the max. She couldn't get mad at him even if he was tripping on her. It was her fault that Luna attacked him anyway.
Now she could see her body up-close. He didn't have an ounce of flab. His smooth tan was tantalizing like chocolate, maybe because he enjoys outdoor sports. Her pale white skin is in contrast with his dark one. And she kinda liked it. What if she caressed his muscles?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. How could she concentrate on his treatment if her body was screaming for him like she wanted to devour him? She was attracted to him like any normal woman.
She didn't like this attraction a bit. It was foolishness to desire him. She didn't want to be any normal woman and become a slave to such beauty.
She thought about creepy thoughts instead. A zombie, it's body was decaying. He lost his other eye and it was even swollen.
She grinned at the thought. Then there was a baby monster that had just been released from the womb and bathing in blood.
Her creepy thoughts reduced the awkwardness she felt while treating Deive. She thought about the next scene in the novel she was doing.
About how the white lady ghost would seek her revenge to her ex-boyfriend who forced her to have an abortion. She would cut off her ex-boyfriend's dick. And she thought about how she would kill other men who didn't want to face their responsibilities.
Harharhar! Bloody revenge.
Cut the dick!