Ryan
I open my eyes and find my face pressed against Larissa's breasts. I remain still; she smells so good. I take the chance to enjoy the moment. Last night, when she offered milk, I swore it would be from this source. I confess I was disappointed when she handed me the glass of milk. A while later, she wakes up and gets up, and I pretend to wake up.
Ryan: Good morning.
Larissa: Good morning, Mr. Co... Ryan.
Ryan: Ryan.
Larissa: I'll prepare your breakfast.
Ryan: Can you help me up? I need to go to the bathroom.
Larissa: Of course.
She helps me up, and I go to the bathroom and then to the living room. I tried to sit on the sofa, but my stomach hurt a lot because of the gunshot. If I can't manage, I'll have to go back to the bedroom.
Larissa: Are you okay?
Ryan: I'm just trying t
