Dakota's cheeks were flushed with color.
She looked at Curtis with some guilt, feeling the damp strands of hair on her shoulders being dried by the heat of her embarrassment.
Her back was likely injured by the water pressure.
It hurt.
Dakota nervously twisted the hem of her bathrobe, avoiding Curtis's eyes, "It's... on my back..."
The usually laid-back Curtis was slightly taken aback.
He slowly scanned Dakota's face, confirming that she wasn't lying.
Dakota was already breathing rapidly due to her nervousness.
She turned away, embarrassed, "It's not very convenient, maybe we should forget it."
As Dakota said this, she tightened her bathrobe and turned to leave, but her wrist was suddenly caught by Curtis.
She looked up and found herself gazing into his lazy, upturned eyes.
Curtis looked at her intently, his dark eyes holding a magnetic pull that was hard to resist. He tilted his head slightly, indicating, "Lie down on the sofa."
Dakota felt her heart skip a beat.
She clutched the edge of her robe.
No way…
He wouldn't really look at her back, would he?
Dakota screamed inwardly.
But they were legally married, and refusing would seem overly affected.
So Dakota steeled herself and turned around.
She lay down on the sofa, burying her face in a pillow, "The first aid kit and medicine box are over there."
Dakota pointed in the direction of the TV stand, her muffled voice coming through the pillow, "Hurry up."
Curtis followed her instructions to get the medicine.
And Dakota, her face buried, pouted her feet in frustration when Curtis turned around.
Ah...
If only she hadn't told him about hurting her back!
But it really hurt...
So she couldn't help but feel wronged.
As a result, she had put herself in an awkward position, waiting on the sofa for Curtis, feeling oddly like she was waiting for the emperor to come and bestow his favor after a bath.
Dakota was extremely frustrated.
But at the same time, she was desperately trying to reassure herself.
After all, they were married...
It's just looking at her back, right? How bad could it be?
Even if their marriage was just a business arrangement, they were still legally married. Besides, Curtis didn't seem like the type who practiced abstinence, he even gave off an aura of strong desire.
So, they were bound to eventually break through that barrier and do some intimate things.
It's just looking at her back...
Yeah, now it's just looking at her back!
Consider it a practice run!!!
Dakota worked very hard on her mental preparation, and then she heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Then, the sofa beside her dipped slightly.
Dakota's scalp went numb instantly.
All the mental preparation she had just done crumbled at this fragile moment.
Then she heard Curtis's deep, magnetic voice above her, "Where is it?"
Dakota held her breath in tension.
She felt her ear tips heating up, and her spine tingling in anticipation, "It's a little lower down..."
Curtis was about to reach out and pull down her bathrobe,
but when he heard Dakota's words, his fingers paused, and his gaze lingered along her spine, "Tsk."
Dakota: "..."
She wished she could just bury herself in the pillow. "You're such a puppy! Are you going to look or not!"
Curtis lightly curled his lip, looking quite at ease.
He looked at Dakota and found her flustered, angry expression oddly amusing—something he hadn't noticed before.
"Sure."
Curtis lowered his eyelids with a rebellious attitude, "Can I just ignore Mrs. Pineda when she's hurt? If the water hit your butt, I'd still have to look, right?"
Dakota: "..."
So annoying!
This Puppy is truly annoying!
She decided to bury her face deeper, vowing not to respond to anything Curtis said.
Curtis chuckled lazily.
He set the medical kit and medicine box aside, then reached out to pull down Dakota's bathrobe.
But Curtis, who had been calm and collected just moments ago, suddenly found his breath caught in his throat as a large expanse of fair skin came into view when he peeled the bathrobe from Dakota's shoulders.
Soft and glowing, like cream.
Her thin, straight shoulders flowed smoothly, and because Dakota was lying down, he could faintly see the indentations of her shoulder blades.
The bathrobe slid down from her shoulders.
As Curtis slowly pulled the bathrobe down, Dakota's beautiful butterfly back gradually revealed itself, like the wings of a butterfly, with a deadly allure.
Moreover, when Curtis's gaze traveled downward to find the wound on her back, a slight shift forward revealed the sexy outline hidden beneath her.
Curtis's fingers paused slightly.
Seeing the expanse of Dakota's fair skin exposed, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
...Damn.
Curtis pressed his tongue against his back teeth.
His ears turning red, he turned his face away, feeling a bit embarrassed, only to realize that tonight's Dakota was irresistibly captivating, making his heartbeat accelerate.
Yet there was also a sense of...
an irresistible pull, making it hard to look away, but also a sense of shame after staring for too long.
"Do I need to go lower?"
Curtis forced himself to suppress his itching heart, trying to act like a gentleman, using what he believed to be an innocent gaze to search for the wound on her back.
Dakota gripped the corner of the pillow tightly, feeling tense.
She felt a chill down her spine, since the bathrobe had been pulled down by Curtis. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could feel his gaze on her.
It was too embarrassing...
And it was excruciatingly difficult to bear!
She wanted to end this as soon as possible and responded with a muffled voice, "Yeah, it's about here."
Dakota reached back to indicate the spot.
Just a little higher than the hollow of her waist.
It was almost at the point where pulling it down further would be too close to her hips, no wonder she felt shy.
"Mmm..." Curtis's voice was a bit strained too.
It was driving him crazy, and in that moment, he understood just how hard it was to be a gentleman when the temptation was right in front of him.
But there was no other way.
He couldn't bear to leave Dakota injured, so he continued to pull the bathrobe down further…
