When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
»What are you doing out of bed?« Eros says, concern written all over his face. I shrug. »Don't be so reckless, you've been hurt,« he tells me, reaching me in two steps. He grabs me, sweeping me off the floor and carrying me back to bed. »I'm perfectly able to walk, you know,« I frown at him as he stays leaned down, his eyes studying me closely. He sighs, shaking his head at me. »I do know that. I just like to have you in my arms,« he says softly, but his face is serious. He pulls the sheets over my awful night gown, then sits down on the matress. I blush, why did he have to see me in this horrid sack? His hand slowly reaches out towards my face. When he removes my hair out of the way, I take a sharp breath. His fingers barely brush up against the wound, but it send a stinging p