The impact wasn't light. Nathaniel Nathan let out a muffled grunt, his brow furrowing as he glared at the solid wall. 'Should I just tear this wall down?!' he wondered.
Vera Xavier let out a snort of laughter, though it wasn't a very kind one. She took his hand, pulled him over to sit on the bed, and asked, "Do you want some safflower oil for that?"
Nathaniel Nathan nodded. She picked up the bottle of safflower oil and offered it to him, but he didn't take it, merely shooting her a cold glance.
Resigned to her fate, she poured some safflower oil into her palm and began to gently massage the slightly red and swollen area. Being so close, he could smell her unique, faint feminine scent.
From his angle, he could even glimpse the pale skin of her chest where her collar was slightly open.
Her hands were a little rough from doing farm work, but the pressure she applied was perfect. It was a mixture of slight pain and a tingling itch, each stroke plucking at his heartstrings.
