Chapter 34

Kay It's been a week since I got discharged from the hospital and living with Carl My body is taking its time to heal, and I can't complain cause Carl is always here to take care of me. My grandfather is still missing, and no one knows his whereabouts. I still can't believe he took the sword he had gifted me. Andrea is still in the cells, and I am yet to visit her. The only problem is that I am not allowed out of this room. Carl has been working from home, and his office is attached to his room, so any slight movement compels him to rush back here. Until he's convinced that I'm good and I can defend myself if need be, I'm stuck here. My dad visits often, and I can tell that everything that is happening is worrying him a lot. I wish I could help him, but I can only do that when I am healed. Theo has been keeping an eye on my room at our house through the cameras we installed, and everything is the way I left them. The flowers stopped appearing. It makes me think maybe it was my grandpa, but they started appearing when he was back in Italy. Carl's security is so tight, maybe that's why they can't send them to me. I try lifting my hand to take off my shirt, but damn, I groan from the throb in my ribs. That attack rendered me completely useless, and I hate it. It's hard to believe my favourite bike is no more. I loved that bike. I will have to get another one, though, because cars aren't my thing. I slowly take off my panties and shorts, at least that one I can do. I lift my shirt to look at the tender skin that was assaulted. The bruises are still obvious, and the healing ones leave behind dark and purple shades; more tattoos will do, I believe. I try again to take it out as slowly as I can, but I end up cursing in frustration. I hate being unable to do anything, even taking a fucking shower. Carl has been doing it since I got here, and I can tell it's torture to him. Me too, I don't know if my mind is becoming corrupted, but his innocent touches make my body hot, and of late, I have been having a lot of dirty thoughts about Carl. Very bad and indecent thoughts. "I heard you groan, are you okay?" he worriedly enters the bathroom, looking at me up and down, and quickly averts his gaze. See what I'm saying? A perfect hot gentleman. "I was trying to take this off. I want to take a shower," I motion to the top, and he quickly moves close to me. This is not the Carlos I first met; this Carlos is so caring, and he makes my heart skip every time he acts this way. "You should have called me, baby, you are not in a position to do things on your own yet," he whispers, bringing the top slowly above my head. I remain standing, bare in front of him, and his Adam's apple bobs when his eyes land on my swollen nipples. Fuck. He fills my head with more dirty thoughts when he stares at me like that. "You are getting better," he mumbles, lowering his eyes to the wounds. "Come on," he carefully lifts me from the ground and pushes the bathroom door using his foot. He takes off his shirt, leaving him in his sweatpants, and I quickly avert my gaze. This is becoming so unbearable. He leads me to the shower and grabs shampoo, but I stop him. "Do you think I should start doing this on my own?" I whisper as I look into his hooded eyes. He's holding himself a great deal, and the swell in his pants is enough proof. Fuck. "It's okay," he clears his throat, but his eyes land on my titties again. Carl's eyes on me make my body tingle. Fuck, stop doing that. He squeezes the shampoo in his palms before bringing them to my hair and gently starts massaging my scalp. It feels amazing having his big, rough hands in my hair and my body. Also, he could be a great masseuse. After a while, he rinses it before adding conditioner and doing the same. He grabs the body soap, and my body waits in anticipation. Fucking focus, Kay. It's just an innocent shower. I compose myself and look into his eyes, which hold lust and desire. Dammit. I have noticed Carl loves my boobs. It's always his centre of attraction, and every time he helps me in the shower, he takes much longer on them than it's needed. My lips part when his hands touch my body and start to apply the body wash. He begins from the neck and moves slowly towards my chest; it's like he's not even in his mind anymore. His thumbs graze my swollen nipples, and I inhale sharply, making his darkened eyes snap to mine. I stare right back, and my eyes shift on their own to his wet pink lips. Behave, Kay. I swallow nothing and look away. Carl's hands move so achingly slow and start massaging my boobs, but avoiding my aching buds. I wonder if we are still here for the shower or if we have lost the purpose. I feel the need to tell him to touch them, but I can't; maybe I'm the one thinking a lot about everything. I stop breathing when his thumbs pinch my nipples at the same time, and I unconsciously clench my thighs. He uses his thumbs to roll on them as they become harder. My breathing comes out erratically, and I hold onto his arms because my knees have become abruptly weak. His eyes are trained on what his fingers are doing, and he doesn't even know how much this is affecting me. Blood rushes hotly from my body and settles between my legs, making my back arch. The strain in his pants makes me realise he wants me as much. Fuck Carlos. He holds the hard buds between his fingers and once again squeezes. "Carl.." I let out breathlessly, and his eyes snap back to mine. "Shit," Carl snaps out of his trance and moves his hands away from my chest. Can you believe my mind is screaming at him to return his magic fingers and continue what he was doing? His eyes stare intensely into mine, and I wait for him to say something, but he doesn't. He lifts his hands to push my hair at my back before connecting our foreheads. "You are killing me," he whispers, holding my face in his big hands. His eyes look at every inch of my face like he's trying to memorise it, and I feel shy again. I'm so fucked up. Thank God I didn't get any injuries on my face. He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me against him, and I shudder when our skin touches. His body is hard and strong; it's driving me insane. Please touch me. Do something, Carl, dammit. "Please, let me kiss you," he mumbles, looking at my lips longingly. Do it. "Please," he adds desperately, and I nod.