Feeling too overwhelmed by the evening’s event..Fabiola said to him.
“I..I can apply the ointment on my body,myself.”
He totally ignored that and got into the bed.
Before she could blink she was in his arms.
“Don’t move.”He warned taking hold of the ointment.
He spread it on his hand and gently reached out towards her neck..
“I…I can really do it myself.”She said craning her neck but he held her firmly.
“Stay still.”
Fabiola swallowed as he started to apply the ointment on her…
His movement were gentle…tender…slow…
When he let go of her and moved towards her legs to apply the ointment there…
She couldn’t object anymore…she didn’t want to…
It was at the tip of her tongue to ask him how he felt about her…
Then she recalled who she was…an orphan…someone who had nothing to offer h
