011: What's Your Problem?

"Take off your shirt"

Gwen urged, striding towards Emil who was on the little stool, his mouth gaping, a haughty thought going on in his head as he smirked and popped his elbow on the little table. "Why, you haven't seen enough of my body yet?"

Gwen gave him a bizarre look before smacking him at the back of his.

"Ouch!"

"You idiot, take off your shirt, I need to check your wound. What in the name of the goddess is going on through that head of yours. It's probably filled with nothing appropriate" Gwen huffed and crossed her hands over her chest, managing to hold back the smile that threatened to spread across her lips as she watched a cute pout sported on his face before he slowly slipped off his shirt over his head and Gwen couldn't help the blush that stained his cheeks, her hazel eyes staring down at his well-build stomach and the abs that followed, she cleared her throat, tearing her gaze from the v line that ran straight into his pants.

"Stay still," She instructed, leaning down