Terence got startled when Carla suddenly cried out, causing him to quickly pull his hand back in response.
"What's the matter? I'm just trying to help you take a bath. How else do you expect me to get it done without touching you?" With his eyebrows raised in surprise, Terence complained. Why was she being like that all of a sudden? She was the one who asked him to assist her in the first place.
"But I don't need your help. It's my leg that got injured. My hands are perfectly fine. I can do that on my own," Carla complained. Upon saying that, she immediately grabbed the sponge from his hand and proceeded to wipe herself with it.
Considering the fact that she insisted to just do it by herself, Terence got a bit disappointed and carefully stood up. Rolling down his sleeves, he told her, "If that's how you want it, then I suppose that's my cue to leave."
Looking so down in the dumps, he began heading toward the bathroom door to leave her alone.
"Wait a second! Please don't go,"
Carla beseeched him to stay, trying to stop him in his tracks before he could walk out of the bathroom. Given that her injured leg made it impossible for her to reach her back as she normally would, she still had to ask for his help.
Holding back a chuckle, he turned around and said, "If you really want me to stay with you and help you out, I would like to help clean up every part of your body. All of it or I don't help at all. Totally your choice."
In a blink of an eye, Carla instantly became red-flushed. Biting her tongue, she was hesitant to give him an answer for a moment there. But eventually, she turned her back to him and stretched out her arm to hand the sponge over.
"Okay, fine! Do whatever you like." She was left with no other choice but to give in.
She knew full well what he was planning to go with this. Even from the start, it had always been hard for him to resist the urge to be all over her.
In any case, this wouldn't be the first time that he was going to touch her body.
Getting all excited deep inside, Terence walked closer toward her and snatched the sponge she was holding. And without saying a word, he began to carefully wash her from head to toe.
She was red all over, feeling so sheepish throughout the whole process. Her body heat went up little by little and her heart pounded uncontrollably. Terence himself gradually became embarrassed as well, as though there wouldn't be an end to it, until he finally caught her wistful and anxious eyes. After that, he went ahead and slowly lifted her from the bath tub. Then he dried her up with a towel starting with her hair and carried her over to the bed.
Glaring at him, she swiftly took the robe from his hand. Then, as soon as she wrapped herself up with the robe he prepared for her, she immediately sat back on the bed.
Bringing out the hair dryer, Terence used it to blow dry her hair. As soon as he was done, it was his turn to clean himself up. He headed straight for the bathroom carrying his robe.
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