I felt a gentle hand patting my hair, and I slowly opened my eyes to find Carlton's face hovering above me. I groggily looked at him, then snuggled back into the warmth of his chest, letting out a soft groan.
"You need to wake up now," Carlton whispered.
I opened my eyes again, and he asked, "What happened to your leg last night?"
I hesitated, remembering everything that led to our passionate encounter. "I fell," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You shouldn't have done what you did last night. You could have died. Don't do it again."
I gazed into his eyes, feeling a mix of emotions: guilt, shame, and a hint of defiance. "Ok," I conceded.
He asked, "Does your leg still hurt?"
I assessed the ache. "It doesn't hurt like yesterday," I replied, my voice a little stronger now.
