Rhianna groggily opened her eyes. She had slept deeply and had a strange dream.
In the dream, it seemed like a big dog was licking her?
Instinctively, she turned over, realizing her waist was encircled by a muscular arm.
Rhianna instantly woke up. Rylee had held her like this all night?
Sensing her movement, Rylee naturally drew her closer, his arm tightening around her waist.
His chest pressed against her back, separated only by her thin nightdress. What made Rhianna even more anxious was the hard object pressing against her buttocks.
Such intimacy was something Rhianna had once deeply longed for, but that was in the past. She thought Rylee must have forgotten who he was holding in his sleep.
Using all her strength, Rhianna pried his arm from around her waist.
Just as she was about to get out of bed, Rylee, who had been awake, spoke, "Not going to sleep a little longer?"
Startled by his voice, Rhianna stumbled and hurt her ankle.
"Ow..." She muttered, feeling the pain. It seemed she and Rylee were naturally at odds. Yesterday she had cut her hand, today she sprained her ankle. She decided she needed to stay far away from Rylee to avoid more mishaps.
Rylee hadn't expected to startle her. He quickly got up and helped the visibly upset Rhianna.
Rylee hadn't expected those words to frighten her; he quickly turned over, got up, and hugged Rhianna, whose expression had soured.
Rylee placed her on the bed and crouched down to examine her ankle. He retrieved the first aid kit from the nightstand and an ice pack from the small fridge. Holding her delicate foot in one hand, he gently applied the ice pack with the other.
"How can you be so careless in the morning?" he scolded gently, but there was no blame in his tone.
Rhianna turned her head away, not wanting to see him. He was helping her out of familiarity, but to him, she would always be a troublemaker.
In his heart, she would never be the one he liked." If it were Arely, Rylee would probably be comforting her and say nothing about her carelessness.
The cold sensation of the ice pack brought Rhianna back to reality. She had decided to let go of these feelings. She told herself not to overthink it.
Rylee tried to suppress his concern, focusing on applying the ice pack.
"It will hurt a bit at first.
Bear with it," he said.
Rhianna found his voice colder than the ice pack.
She should be used to this by now.
Rylee was careful not to hurt her further.Hearing no more moaning from her, he knows how strong-willed she was.
She had always been like this, even as a child. He remembered helping her up after a fall, tears in her eyes but refusing to cry out.
Rylee looked up at her, and because of his crouched position and her raised leg, he could see her private parts through the translucent lace of her panties.
Her thighs were as white as snow, her skin smooth and delicate. The memories of last night's passion flooded Rylee's mind, causing his movements to pause.
Her panties matched her nightdress, with the same delicate lace. The fabric barely covered her soft, pillowy lips, making Rylee's morning arousal surge. If he were a martial artist, he would have gone mad from the pent-up desire.
Rhianna didn't realize how revealing her position was. She saw Rylee pause and thought she shouldn't be too delicate. She reached for the ointment in the first aid kit. She could apply the medicine on herself.
She reached for the medicine in the first-aid kit, which was placed on the floor. As she leaned over, the motion inadvertently caused the top of her spaghetti-strap nightgown to slip open. When the girl bent down, a pair of full, creamy curves became inadvertently exposed, right into someone's line of sight.
The memory of their softness to was still fresh. Rylee knew he couldn't stay so close to her.
Without a word, he turned and walked to the bathroom, putting distance between them.
Rhianna watched him go, not understanding his sudden anger.
She had always known that her charms were wasted on Rylee. At least now she no longer cared.
