Isabella stared down at him. "Don't hate me," he took her hands into his.
"You don't look stern when you are naked," Isabella giggled a little.
"Oh, now it's about you making fun of me?" He pushed her so he could lay on top of her.
"No, I'm not," she lied. "You aren't fvcking me again, right?" She asked. "I'm still paralyzed!"
"You want it," he rubbed his finger in her temple.
"No, I don't. You don't know the pain I feel between my legs," she looked away.
"You look like food whenever you are naked," he bit his lips.
"Don't do this, Luke."
"I am not doing anything to you, I'll rather use soap than make you pain again," he said.
"Soap? You mean soap bar?" She asked. Luke's expression made her gasp. "You are so naughty and...so..."
"I don't usually do it just... you know, when I think about you..."
"That's a lie, get off me," she touched his shoulders to push him off.
