surprising feeling of loss. She didn’t want him to leave.
“At least two to three weeks,” he said, smiling as if he understood her concern.
“Don’t worry. You have plenty of time to recover.”
He looked at her, appraising her condition.
“You seem to be sitting up rather well. Can you move?”
“Some,” she said, stretching again.
“It still hurts.”
Ben nodded. “The doctor said as much. Still, if you were more active now, perhaps you’d like to soak in a nice bath and loosen up those muscles? I’m sure you’re stiff from sleeping for so many days.”
Kathleen exhaled in a groan.
“That’d be heavenly.”
“Right then,” he said, and patted her leg before standing.
“Enjoy the view. I’ll draw you up a bath.”
This time he didn’t move the chair back, but instead simply left the room. Alone once more, Kathleen lifted the covers and looked down at herself.
In all this time, she’d never stopped to think about what she had been wearing. All she had on were her panties, and a t-shirt. The t-shirt, she noted, was not hers. No bra.
Had he been the one to change her?
Kathleen put an arm over her breasts, knowing that somewhere inside she should’ve been embarrassed or offended at the idea of him having seen her naked to change her. But she wasn’t. In fact, it was exciting to wonder if he’d liked what he’d seen.
Faucets squeaked and water rushed through the pipes nearby. A shiver of delight ran through her as she anticipated slipping into the warm water.
It’d been days since she’d bathed! Ugh, she must smell horrible. Why hadn’t she noticed? Kathleen snuck a quick sniff at herself and blanched.
“How warm do you like your bath?” Ben asked from the door.
“Pretty damn hot,” she said.
“You got it.”
“You know, Ben,” she called, waiting until she heard from him before continuing. It took a moment, but he poked his head back around the corner.
“Hmm?”
“I couldn’t help but notice my clothing. Or lack thereof. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?” She tried to give him a knowing smile, but he shook his head.
“That was the doctor’s doing. He needed to disrobe you to examine your injuries. That’s his shirt. Smells a little, I’m sorry.”
Kathleen pulled at the front of her shirt and sneered at the discovery of the smell not belonging to her. Ben had disappeared again.
“That’s all right,” she called out.
“I appreciate it anyway.” There goes the hope that he’d taken advantage a little.
“The doctor is a lovely man,” Ben said, coming around the corner with a huge towel held open, “but he has some hygiene requirements that need to be met. Ironically enough. I’ve washed your clothes, but was sure you’d want to change into clean clothes only after bathing.”
“Oh yes, you’re right on the nose with that one.”
The pain drove up her leg to her back as she twisted at the waist and dropped her legs off the edge of the bed.
Ben held the towel out in front of him, his head turned as he averted his eyes.
“You can look, you know,” she said, slowly scooting herself forward.
Standing was going to hurt, but she needed to do it. Her body needed to remember what it was like to move.
“Wouldn’t be proper,” he said, “but you can take my hand if you need help standing.”
Kathleen reached up, and did just that. Once more she was surprised with how strong he was. As soon as she slipped forward to stand, he wrapped the towel around her, and in one smooth motion, had his arm around her waist and her arm over his shoulder.
“Oh, the shirt certainly smells, doesn’t it,” he asked, his face now inches from hers.
“It does,” she said, unable to take her eyes off of his strong jaw, and sharp cheekbones. The man was a sculpture.
“It’s good to know
“At least two to three weeks,” he said, smiling as if he understood her concern.
“Don’t worry. You have plenty of time to recover.”
He looked at her, appraising her condition.
“You seem to be sitting up rather well. Can you move?”
“Some,” she said, stretching again.
“It still hurts.”
Ben nodded. “The doctor said as much. Still, if you were more active now, perhaps you’d like to soak in a nice bath and loosen up those muscles? I’m sure you’re stiff from sleeping for so many days.”
Kathleen exhaled in a groan.
“That’d be heavenly.”
“Right then,” he said, and patted her leg before standing.
“Enjoy the view. I’ll draw you up a bath.”
This time he didn’t move the chair back, but instead simply left the room. Alone once more, Kathleen lifted the covers and looked down at herself.
In all this time, she’d never stopped to think about what she had been wearing. All she had on were her panties, and a t-shirt. The t-shirt, she noted, was not hers. No bra.
Had he been the one to change her?
Kathleen put an arm over her breasts, knowing that somewhere inside she should’ve been embarrassed or offended at the idea of him having seen her naked to change her. But she wasn’t. In fact, it was exciting to wonder if he’d liked what he’d seen.
Faucets squeaked and water rushed through the pipes nearby. A shiver of delight ran through her as she anticipated slipping into the warm water.
It’d been days since she’d bathed! Ugh, she must smell horrible. Why hadn’t she noticed? Kathleen snuck a quick sniff at herself and blanched.
“How warm do you like your bath?” Ben asked from the door.
“Pretty damn hot,” she said.
“You got it.”
“You know, Ben,” she called, waiting until she heard from him before continuing. It took a moment, but he poked his head back around the corner.
“Hmm?”
“I couldn’t help but notice my clothing. Or lack thereof. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?” She tried to give him a knowing smile, but he shook his head.
“That was the doctor’s doing. He needed to disrobe you to examine your injuries. That’s his shirt. Smells a little, I’m sorry.”
Kathleen pulled at the front of her shirt and sneered at the discovery of the smell not belonging to her. Ben had disappeared again.
“That’s all right,” she called out.
“I appreciate it anyway.” There goes the hope that he’d taken advantage a little.
“The doctor is a lovely man,” Ben said, coming around the corner with a huge towel held open, “but he has some hygiene requirements that need to be met. Ironically enough. I’ve washed your clothes, but was sure you’d want to change into clean clothes only after bathing.”
“Oh yes, you’re right on the nose with that one.”
The pain drove up her leg to her back as she twisted at the waist and dropped her legs off the edge of the bed.
Ben held the towel out in front of him, his head turned as he averted his eyes.
“You can look, you know,” she said, slowly scooting herself forward.
Standing was going to hurt, but she needed to do it. Her body needed to remember what it was like to move.
“Wouldn’t be proper,” he said, “but you can take my hand if you need help standing.”
Kathleen reached up, and did just that. Once more she was surprised with how strong he was. As soon as she slipped forward to stand, he wrapped the towel around her, and in one smooth motion, had his arm around her waist and her arm over his shoulder.
“Oh, the shirt certainly smells, doesn’t it,” he asked, his face now inches from hers.
“It does,” she said, unable to take her eyes off of his strong jaw, and sharp cheekbones. The man was a sculpture.
“It’s good to know
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