“Sorry!” I yell back and whip around, feeling embarrassment creeping up my neck. It’s not like I’ve never seen a naked woman’s body before, but seeinghersmakes it somehow different. I’ve had this body lying on top of me in a moment of crisis. Those hands clutching to my chest. That face pressed into my shirt because she was looking for comfort only I was able to give her.
After some splashing, I hear her moving around and the rustling of clothes.
“You can turn around now.”
I slowly come to face her only to find her sending angry glares my way. Her arms are crossed over her midriff, right under her chest. The wet material of her green shirt clings to her body, prolonging my torture. You’d think my dick would get the memo and calm the fuck down, but no. The fucker stands straight and proud. It’s hard to hide it in these damn dress pants. And I wonder for the tenth time why I decided that it was a good idea to travel in a suit.
She shifts her pose awkwardly, then shakes her leg and winces. I look down to find her knees scraped from the fall last night.
“You’re bleeding,” I note the obvious.
Her eyes follow my gaze. “Yeah, there’s not much I can do. I’ll try to keep it clean and try not to fall again,” she replies with a subtle shrug of one shoulder.
She’s right, there’s nothing we can do about that here. But she surprises me once again with her attitude toward it. The women I’ve been around would make a big fuss about it.
With a sigh, I say, “C’mere.”
“What?”
“Sit here.” I point at a spot on a big stone. “I’ll check your knee.”
“W-why?” She blinks.
“Because we don’t want it to get infected. Sit.”
Still blinking quite dramatically, she takes a seat and stares at me, waiting for what I’ll do next. It’s a very good question because I don’t know what I’ll be doing next myself—I’ve never tended to anyone’s wounds. Or my own to be fair.
Swallowing a sudden lump of shyness in my throat, I kneel in front of her. A small sound escapes her lips. Something like a surprised sigh.
I carefully grab her leg by her shin and place it on my thigh. I have no idea why I’m doing that because I can see the scrape just fine from here. When her small foot lands on me, so close to my cock, I remember why it was not such a good idea.
Trying to focus on the task I’m actually supposed to be doing, I look at the wound. It’s a nasty scrape, a long and deep one.
“I think the water cleaned it pretty well,” I croak. “But we don’t want any dirt to get inside. Wait a second.”
I pull the hem of my undershirt and rip a line off the bottom.
“What are you doing?”
“We need a bandage,” I explain, refusing to look at her face.
“I’ll be fine,” she protests weakly. It must really hurt.
I carefully wrap it around her knee. It takes me two tries to make it not fall apart, and when I finally lift my eyes to her face, I find her teeth sunken into her bottom lip. Her eyes are focused on my hands which are currently still placed on herleg. When she catches up to me finishing my task, her eyes dart to mine.
“Thanks!” she squeaks.
“Yeah.”
I jump to my feet and walk a few feet away, trying to erase the awkwardness I’ve created. While she’s looking everywhere but at me, all I can do is look at her.
When I’m done staring, I remember that I haven’t apologized yet. I don’t do it often, but it feels needed now.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop on you.” This comes out gruffer than I mean for it to be.
“I know,” she sighs. “I just didn’t expect you. I guess I’m enjoying this situation a little too much.”
“Taking it like a vacation?” It feels like I’m not the only one not eager to return to the land of the living.
