C81 Eighty one

He gave her an ointment to apply on his wounds.

She applied it carefully on his wounds. Her touch pleased him and even aroused him.

What sort of woman is she? How can a mere touch from a woman, who was just applying ointment arouse him? He resisted the urge to hold her waist tight and give her a deep kiss.

"Be back at night."

"Huh? Back?"

"Yes, you will have to treat my wounds this night