In apprehension I get up at once and crawl up his shoulders. With one hand I approach his lip cautiously. Yet before I am able to wipe his blood off his lip, Esmund grasps my wrist and halts my action, "Don't touch me."
Startled, I gaze into his eyes, trying to observe and figure out his emotions, worrying that he may be upset with me.
There, just as I think he is going to rebuke, he pinches the hemline of my blouse and lifts it up until my lower abdomen is completely unveiled. He switches his glance between my face and my lower abdomen. Concerned, he asks, "Doesn't it hurt when you touch me?"
Knowing Esmund is being worried instead of angry with me, warmth flushes my cheeks red. Along with a short sigh of relief, I interlock my fingers at Esmund's nape and gently sit down on his lap. On his lips I kiss, letting the blood on his lips spread on my tongue…
"Umhhh…" in his ear I whisper, "The nearer I come to you, the more it hurts." but, "It worries me if it doesn't."
