"Let's not talk about this," said Hunter, massaging Isabella's arm again. "I'll pamper you... By the way, your body is really hot. Should we go to the doctor?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No... I don't like doctors," replied Isabella, moving her head away from Hunter's lap and looking at the ceiling. "Hospitals, doctor's rooms... They always remind me of my late father," she continued.
"He must have been a very kind and responsible man because that's how you are. Maybe you inherited those traits from him."
"You always say I'm kind, always pointing out the good in me... You don't know much."
"I don't want to know... I know enough from what I feel, without you telling me. I can sense your good energy..." Hunter smiled reassuringly.
Isabella blushed again and turned her gaze away from Hunter, biting her lower lip as her heart raced.
"I love your long hair," Hunter whispered.
Isabella immediately glanced up at her messy, dry black hair.
