Chapter 60

"Are you okay, Ben?" I frowned in surprise, watching as Ben patiently and painstakingly applied every bruise, blister, and pain I had. Not just the obvious ones, but also the deepest ones. In fact, his own face was dotted with bruises.

"I should be the one asking how you're doing!" Ben raised his voice, there was anger in his tone as he pressed down on my cleavage. "Not again!"

I whimpered, having to bite my lower lip to keep the sound out. Ben squinted at me, then at the touch of the tip of my index fingernail scratching the skin along his left arm back and forth.

"What about me?" I shifted my sitting position forward so that my knees could rest on his thighs, which were still covered by his pants.

"Learn to restrain yourself," Ben scolded as he poked my forehead. It's slow, but it hurts, until it needs to be rubbed. He did the same to my forehead as he smiled so broadly that his teeth showed, provoking my lips to form a wide curved line as well. "How many times do I have to explain?"