Lorenzo
Aubrey had magic hands. Only a warm touch and I was already feeling a bit better. She started to rub my temple in circular motion and I closed my eyes, enjoying the relief I was getting.
The warm towel on my forehead felt food and her hands kept doing their work, when I could suddenly feel her touch a little further down. My hand instantly stopped hers and I opened my eyes to see her look back at me while she bit her bottom lip as I was getting myself into a sitting position.
“You have to leave,” I warned, but she was not moving.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask why. Just leave, now,” I raised my voice and she quickly got out of the bed, throwing the towel at my face as hard as she could.
“Asshole,” she said before she left my room. Who did she think she was? I bought h
