Evelyn "If you don't heal my wound, I might have to...entertain myself otherwise, Evelyn," his tone sent shivers down my body, despite it being less than an hour since we'd last had s*x, "And I'd very much like to f**k this ass." "Wound?" I looked at him incredulously. He couldn't be serious. "Where's the wound? I don't see it." I found myself torn between getting upset with him or chuckling at his antics. A smile was already threatening to surface on my face. "It's under my skin, baby," he claimed with an air of seriousness that was utterly fabricated, "Now, come on, heal my wound." "And how exactly do I attend to this 'invisible' wound?" I asked, unable to stifle a giggle. "Should I blow on it?" "That's up to you," he replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Fine then," I suppressed a s