I sat up more, and adjusted my leg. It was itching, which meant the healing was going along. But I was also hungry. "Beth, I'm starved."
"What do you eat?"
"A lot of things, but let's keep focused on your training. Would you mind putting that potted marigold on the floor beside me?"
Beth put the pad and pens on the bunk, and rose to pick up the potted plant and put it down by my side. She was grace in action, and the thick jeans and loose chambray shirt did little to disguise her beautiful form. But I had to stay focused on our training, so I shook my head to clear it.
"Something wrong?" Beth was inches away from my face, her full lips and upturned nose too close to mine. Kneeling there with her hands on the pot by my side. I could smell her scent, all natural and robust.
I looked int
