*Jack*
As I tear off my wet clothes, I’m determined to leave the residence as quickly as possible. I haven’t promised Olivia that I would hold her, but I can’t get her request out of my mind. I remind myself that she’s sick, delirious, possibly not even aware of what she is saying. The very last thing she probably wants is to be held by me.
Jerking on my dry clothes, I can see her shivering in the tub. Forcing her to stay in the frigid water had been the hardest thing I have ever done. Chill bumps erupted over her skin. Her dark n*****s harden. I know they’re dark because they were almost visible through her drenched nightgown. Thank the Goddess she’s too ill to notice that I was well aware of every aspect of her soaked state.
As soon as she starts thrashing, I want to take her back to
