Page 118 of Charity's Redemption

He’d changed before my eyes since the time he’d kicked me out. Becoming softer, more understanding, but still frustrating as ever.

I stressed a smile as I turned my hand upwards and interlaced our fingers together, then squeezed.

“Do you feel this?”

“Feel what?”

“That’s a good sign. We can begin.”

Dull pressure punched through my flesh and tugged as he pulled the thread through my skin. There was no pain, only the uncomfortable sensations that had my legs twitching with unease.

He repeated the process over and over as nausea spun my guts into a knot.

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Just take deep breaths. I’m almost done.”

Warm water fell over my shoulder, clearing away the blood as I stared into Luca’s dark depths.

“You’re all set.”

“Thanks,” I said, with my face pressed against the couch, my energy vanishing by the second.

My heavy lids bob up and down as I fight to remain awake, the wide array of combustive hormones crashing at once.

“Try not to use these muscles for a few days. Let it heal.”

I scoffed. “Okay.”

“How’s the head? Any dizziness, or nausea before this?”

“Nope, I’m just tired.”

I let go of Luca’s hand and sat from my prone position, then adjusted my dress as my breasts threatened to fall from the negligee. That’s what this dress should’ve been called.

My gaze caught Max and Nico sitting in the chairs across from me. Both leaned over with their elbows resting on their knees, their hands clasped together, and worry dripping from their faces.

“Well, get some rest. Drink lots of water and take some over the counters if the pain gets too bad.”

“Got it, Doc.”

I rose from the couch and pulled down the dress to hide my ass cheeks, then proceeded up the steps to find my spare room with Luca behind me.

Kicking off my heels, I tugged on the bottom of the dress to pull it over my head but paused as my arm came up short from a lightning bolt of pain.

“Two minutes in, and you’re already disobeying orders.” He smirked from the doorway. “Here, let me.”

Luca took the dress from my hand, his touch soft and careful, then pulled it over my head as I raised one arm and let the dress straps fall off the other. I should’ve just let it fall off my shoulders and puddle at my feet, but I like to do things the difficult way, apparently.

“Thanks,” I muttered, then walked around him and laid down on the bed with my bare breasts smashed into the mattress.

Warm hands wrapped around my ankles, bending my knee so my foot was straight in the air as he unclasped the strap from my heel and let it fall to the floor, then moved onto the next one doing the same.

His touch stirred something inside me like a hurricane force wind ready to consume me in one destructive motion, but my brain had other plans as he tucked my legs under the covers, bringing them just below my bandaged shoulder.

“Get some rest, baby. You did good.”

My chest fluttered, and I fought back the overwhelming happiness that had pinpricks burning my eyes.

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