Allison stood barefoot on the carpet, picked up her scarf, and checked it carefully. “Good thing it’s not damaged. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to return it.”
Jareth interrupted her, “You don’t need to return it.”
Allison looked at him. She was about to ask why, but then she remembered something more important.
“Let me check your back,” she said.
I still remember how pale he had looked before I fell asleep. It must have been because of the wound.
Jareth sat up without resisting, and Allison reached out to unbutton his shirt.
She had grown up around medicine with her father, so she had seen both men and women. To her, there was nothing taboo about it. Undressing someone for treatment didn't feel inappropriate at all.
But when her knuckle accidentally brushed against Jareth’s Adam’s
