Amelia steeled herself before lifting the blanket that covered the man's certain area, taking a towel to carefully wipe him down.
It was then she discovered a wound on the upper inside of his left thigh, one that was larger and deeper than the others, prompting her to be even more delicate with her touches.
Yet, despite being extremely careful, her fingers inevitably brushed against it...
And it happened several times.
Perhaps it was because she was in the hospital, a place for healing the wounded, or maybe the light was too bright, but even though she was no longer a cloistered maiden, Amelia's cheeks still flushed uncontrollably with heat.
Especially when that thing began to tremble and rise, Amelia was so embarrassed she didn't know where to look.
She couldn't help but bite her lip in vexation, casting an accusatory glance at the man lying on the pillow with a look of enjoyment on his face, "Daniel Cooper, you, you are shameless!"
