When morning comes I stir abit and I open my eyes and realse Im now facing Ameila as are faces are inches apart and her arm has shifted up just beneth my breasts holding me in place and I remain competely still and cant help but stare at her at how at ease she looks. She starts to wake up and my eyes fling shut fear of being caught. I feel her eyes on me and my heart races and my palms begin to sweat as my stomach feels as if its on fire as I feel her hand move and trace the bruise on my bare skin where abit of it is exposed but it feels so nice I cant help but relax then she ever so slightly moves the fabic away exposing my whole shoulder and oh god why is my stomach doing back flips. She traces around the skin as if obserbing it. Then she leans away removing her hand a brief moment and when she returns It I feel a slight warm clothe wipe over my shoulder and it makes my whole body tingle and a small breath of relief escapes my mouth Crap, get a hold of yourself she is just being nice and cleaning it. I struggle to remain breathing easy. Then she shifts again and I feel her hand ghost over my back and pull up my shirt and it takes all my stregnth for my eyes not to fly open and tense up at the contact she ever so soft wipes down my back with the clothe soothing the wounds. When shes done she puts down my shirt and I give myself a moment before I move a peace of hair out of my face and slowly open my eyes and look at her staring back at me. "morning" she says kindly smiling "morning" I reply low enough for only her to hear. Then her eyes land on my exposed shoulder as I follow her gaze. "Does it still hurt" she asks suddenly low and voice laced with concerned.
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