Chapter 132: Like A Real Boyfriend
(Arata) (NSFW Content Ahead)
The touch of his fingers wasn’t foreign at all, instead, it was electric yet so tender, like a caress of peace for my troubled heart.
The desire to liquefy under his fingers as he slowly unbuttoned my nightshirt was utterly overwhelming. The heat of his hard but warm chest seeped into my bone marrow like a drug I craved with all of my existence.
He unbuttoned my shirt and slowly slid it off my shoulders. I arched my arms backwards so he could easily remove it. He was extra careful because of my hands. The cuffs were loose, so I didn’t feel any discomfort. The shirt came off, and he tossed it to the side, leaving me in my strapless bra.
The strap would have hurt my wounds so I had opted for this one. My arms protectively went around my chest and I hugged myself, feeling exposed.
"Ease out, Arata." His breath was like a soft lullaby on my skin.
His firm hands tentatively touched my shoulders. Time blurred for me except for the point of his touch on my frail skin.
My muscles gave in, yielding to the music of his palms and fingers.
"Does it hurt?" His fingertips tiptoed on the injury on my shoulder.
"No," I rasped, unable to control the rising beats of my heart and the temperature of my body.