Dante pursed his lips together, lines forming on his forehead, contemplating whether he should proceed, especially with the fact her body is very much visible.
He would rather be caught dead than Amber seeing he could get aroused by her.
Looking at her pale, chapped lips quivering as she laid helplessly in the tub.
The burn on her face looked like it must have hurt a lot when it happened.
Bringing his hands to his eyesight, Dante was lost in his thoughts.
He wanted it to hurt alright, then why was he feeling remorse?
His open hands formed a fist as the vein in his head popped, throbbing visibly.
"Can I get out now?" Amber asked in a weak, sober voice.
Dante furrowed his brows and nodded turning around, ready to leave when he heard her voice again.
"I need some help up." Amber said with pursed lips, it killed her to ask for help from someone like him, but her legs felt like they were being stabbed with multiple needles.
