"I thought you didn't like the paleness," she said.
"I didn't. " He said, continuing to put the paste onto her arm. He then nudged her arm aside and she felt the cool paste on the side of her waist. She was still as his fingers tickled her.
When he was done, he closed the box. "Rest now. I will make dinner." He said standing up.
"I just… woke up," she said already dreading not being able to do much.
"I meant rest not sleep."
"I can't."
He frowned. "Why not?"
She clenched her jaw. "It stresses me."
"Rest stresses you?"
"Yes."
He watched her carefully and she avoided his gaze. "Well then…" without warning he leaned down and carried her up.
"Oh… what are you doing?" He carried her up as if lifting a blanket from the sofa.
"Taking you to the kitchen so you have something to do."
