My Love, Enlighten me

Having been removed shoes, Gloria found the skin of her foot broken and swollen.

“It doesn’t hurt...” She stuck her tongue out at Kenny and tried to comfort him.

But suddenly, she thought of the whole sprain thing last time, and Gloria added in a hurry.

“Well, just a little bit.”

Kenny did not speak, but he put her stocking on gently.

“Oh, by the way, what buttons did you pressed in the elevator? And will Anne be fine?”

“She will be alive.”

She would be alive, but only God could tell how bad would she be injured.

...

They went back home.

Kenny dropped Gloria on the bed and went to the medicine cabinet.

Ever since Gloria sprained her feet last time, Kenny had a lot of ointments that dealt with flesh wounds in their bedroom.

He sat crossed legs down in front of the bed, placed her foot on his knee, squeezed a bit of ointment in hands, and started to dabbed the ointment on the wound carefully and intently.

Gloria watched his face on the bed. He clamped lips with eyes locked to her feet as if he was dealing with a serious issue.

The way how he concentrated was attractive and sexy.

the man breaking into her room with a flippant tone now

“Kenny Clarke.”

did not raise his head, but

while this time his mouth was shut by

lips pressed on his. The sweetness of the lipstick she wore tasted in his tongue, while the fascinating smell of her body slid into

It burnt

my hands.”

lips suddenly and showed to Gloria his hands with ointment as he said to her in a gravelly voice, leaving her wondering why he needed to wash hands to kiss her.

so Kenny went back soon.

pressed her against the bed. He touched her everywhere with his fingers, and before she realized it,

“Now you know why.” Kenny whispered

Gloria was

And their mouths

...

The second day.

in the morning

her body a bit and then was pressed back

sounded in her ear.

have to go to work today. Remember that?"

no longer needed to work anymore.

the sense of emptiness hit

to get out of bed, but he noticed that Gloria was in a daze. So he seemed to hear her

at home

hand over her thin waist and

"Leave to work, smartass."

whoa, you didn’t sound

quilt and left only a blushed face.

“Fuck off, you.”