HECTOR
I think about it for a second, but the thought of being away from Athena after she just scared me to death does not sit well with me. I lift her into the room, ignoring Davina completely.
"Sir, what are you doing? Won't you listen to me?" She asks, huffing and puffing behind me.
I lay Athena's sleeping, shivering body on the lounge chair and she curls into herself, letting out a tiny mewl of satisfaction.
"Sir, you do realise that you have to strip her of those clothes and give her a proper bath, right?"
I risk a glance at Athena's shapely legs and my heartbeat accelerates. God, she's beautiful. She's so beautiful, it hurts.
Finally deciding that I might not be able to survive the wild thumping of my heart if I have her naked before me, I turn to Davina.
"Fine, you can take care of her. But be gentle with her. You know she's not feeling well."
