Beatrice protested, "Wait, I need to fetch the clothes and ice first to treat your bruises, Gilbert."
But he just chuckled and pulled her closer, "Don't worry about it, my love. It's just a few bruises, and I can bear it. Right now, I just want to savor this moment with you."
Beatrice blushed and looked away, feeling both embarrassed and shy. She could feel her heart beating fast as they sat there in silence, holding each other.
Beatrice stood up abruptly, "No! I need to do something with those bruises!"
Gilbert chuckled as he watched her leave the room, knowing how embarrassed she was. Despite their frequent intimacy, she still blushed at the slightest provocation.
After a few minutes, Beatrice returned with the aid and locked the door behind her. She didn't want any unwanted interruptions.
