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the
fluttery sensation of his lips touching my back. Though his kiss was
extremely gentle, my entire body tensed in confusion. What was he
doing? I thought about asking, but I wasn't in the mood for a
smart-aleck remark, so I just laid there silently while he placed a
line of gentle kisses over my bruised skin.
    After a few moments,
it actually began to feel soothing, and I found myself relaxing,
closing my eyes and focusing on all the sensations surrounding me:
the softness of his breathing, the warmth of his breath, the soft
touch of his lips. He was being oh so careful not to hurt me. I
melted, feeling all the negativity I had been clinging to for the
past few hours slowly dripping away, as if he was siphoning it out of
me with his kisses. While there was nothing erotic about what he was
doing, I couldn't help but feel stimulated on a deeper level. It had
been a long time since a man touched me with kindness. Not since
before Chet.
    The kissing
treatment went on for a good fifteen minutes. I was amazed at how
thorough he was, making sure not an inch of bruised flesh was left
untouched. There was a strange feeling of healing from his actions,
though I was sure that it was all in my head. I was just happy to be
lying there, not having to do anything.
    When he finally
straightened himself, and I felt his breath leave my back, I sighed
contently, showing my appreciation. Whether he noticed or not, I
couldn't tell. He twisted around to face the table, taking the
baggies of ice and wrapping them up in kitchen towels before gently
laying them across my back. My body stiffened from the cold
sensation, completely removing the calm I had felt before.
    “ What
are you doing?” I asked.
    “ This
should help it feel better and heal faster, though I should have done
it as soon as we got here,” his voice had softened, and I
stared up at his face in admiration. He was . . . caring for me . . .
taking care of me? I didn't really understand.
    When he finished
placing the ice baggies on my back, he used the towel to wrap the
bags of frozen vegetables, then covered up the rest of the injured
area. The coldness wasn't the most pleasant feeling, not like the
kisses, but I figured he knew what he was doing. Maybe he was a nurse
or something. Again, I was reminded of how little I knew about this
guy, though the thought didn't bother me as much as it had before.
    Micah stood up and
looked down at me. There was a distinct bulge in his jeans. Had
kissing my back actually given him a hard-on? My mouth threatened to
twist into a smirk, but I didn't want to embarrass myself by making
it obvious that I was checking out his package.
    “ I
know you're tired, so I'm going to show myself out,” he said.
“Leave that ice on your back for fifteen minutes and then take
some ibuprofen. In twenty-four hours, you can start applying heat
instead of ice. Eat foods rich in vitamin C, like pineapple and bell
pepper. All of that will help the bruising heal faster.”
    “ Are
you a doctor?” I quirked an eyebrow at him.
    “ No.
I'm a health insurance salesman.”
    Well that's a bit
disappointing. Good looking and a doctor would have been too much
to ask for.
    “ Thanks,”
I replied quietly, “for everything.”
    “ No
problem. I couldn't just stand there and let him keep beating you.
    “ Chet
said it was over, but I'm sure he'll try to reach out to you again.
Be smart and don't fall for it. He'll make all sorts of promises, but
know that if you cave in, you'll just be setting yourself up for more
of the same treatment. This is a game guys like him play. Catch and
release. Don't be prey.”
    “ I
won't.”
    And with that, he
left. My mind was reeling from what had just happened. He hadn't
asked me for sex or anything else in return for saving me. The
aftercare wasn't kinky at all. Guilt flooded my mind for ever
thinking so critically about him. Then again, he was a guy, and one I
didn't know well. What else was I supposed to expect, especially
after he