From the bathtub, to the floor, then to the sofa in the bathroom.
Anyway, Lucas Griffin wouldn't rest until he had exhausted her completely.
How could she even rest properly?
Lucas raised three fingers, his expression serious and earnest, "I promise, I absolutely won't touch you. I'm just worried that if you wash yourself, water might get on your neck, and then the wound won't heal easily. It would be easier if I helped you."
Amanda Jenkins looked skeptically into Lucas Griffin's deep, bright eyes.
Seeing him nod seriously, she said half-believingly, "Alright, then I believe you, just don't trick me."
"Don't worry."
Once in the bathroom, Amanda Jenkins took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub.
True to his word, Lucas really didn't make any moves on her; his gaze was pure, and he seriously bathed her using a towel dipped in water.
Lucas's movements were very gentle, not letting the water touch the scratches on her neck at all.
