The medicated oil had been pre-warmed, so when applied to the forehead, it didn't feel cold.
Bella Acker snuggled closer and rubbed against Damian Sinclair's palm like a coquettish kitten.
The expression on Damian Sinclair's face completely softened as he gently massaged her bruised area, helping the medicine penetrate better.
After finishing this task, he got out of bed, changed clothes, and then lay back down, pulling her into his arms to take an afternoon nap together.
When Bella Acker woke up, the other side of the bed was already empty. Although a lot had happened after she got drunk at noon and she managed to respond properly at the time, now, thinking back, her mind was completely blank, only occasionally recalling certain things.
And the thought of these things made her blush and her heart race.
