"No!" He said flatly and without any further inquiries from me, he squatted before me and poured a little amount of spirit on the cotton wool and cleaned my stomach gently making me scrunch up my face from the agonizing and grueling pains.
"Ouch! That hurts like hell," I groaned hitting his shoulder with my palms trying to suppress the stinging pains piercing my skin.
"Hold on," He said fixing his gaze on the wounded part of my stomach as he placed the plaster on my stomach.
I watched him give all his attention as he dressed my wound.
He stood up slowly and I tried to pull down the top of my sport but he swiveled me, making me turn my back to him.
I felt his hands trail slowly on my back as his breath fan my neck.
"What are you doing?" I asked cautiously biting my lips slowing in the
