Walter Schmidt approached the bed, placed the tray on the bedside table, then bent down to examine the little woman on the bed.
The ambiguous red marks sprawled across her snowy back were like rouge, emitting a resplendent hue, and there were also marks on her arms and slender neck...
The man squinted his eyes and pressed his body down further until he smelled the faint fragrance on her, then he stopped, pulled up the blanket to cover her back, and just as he was about to lean in, he saw the woman's eyelashes flutter.
"Awake?" His thin lips curved upward as Walter Schmidt knew she was awake, his finger grazing her cheek.
Emily Stone had her eyes closed and didn't move, though she had actually been awake for a while, just too sore and weak to want to stir, so she kept her eyes shut to rest.
