Kieran's P.O.V.
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"W-what do we need to talk about?" Otti asked softly.
Sh.it. I wasn't thinking when I said that. I should have known my flower's mind would jump to all kinds of conclusions.
"Nothing bad, my love, don't worry," I told her.
Otti seemed to relax a bit.
"How about you go take a shower?" I suggested. "I'll have ointment and breakfast for you when you get out."
"Okay," she replied.
"Do you need help?" Pierce asked as Otti started to get up from the bed.
"No, I think I can manage," she said as she stood up.
The words had barely left Otti's lips before her legs wobbled, and she plopped back onto the bed. Her face turned red as she frowned. I tried not to laugh at her, but Pierce had no problem.
"Looks like my little ot
