Evenly opened the box and took out the medicine creams. She uncapped one, dipped her two fingers into the transparent ointment, and moved closer to apply it on his neck.
Rav stiffened, feeling the air knock out of his lungs at her closeness and at the strands of her hair that tickled against his opened torso. Knowing that if he breathed, he would breathe in her scent, he held his breath and tensed his muscles, as though trying to force himself to be less aware of her presence.
To be honest, this was the very first time since his wife’s death that another woman had come this close to him, or even touched a hair on his body. After losing his wife and son, he had sworn to himself that until the day death carried him to wherever their souls were, he would never allow himself to touch another woman. He had promised to remain loyal until death to his wife, which was why he had turned himself cold and unfeeling toward any desires for women, refusing even the slightest touch.
Now, for the very first time in a long while, a woman was touching him. Though it was not in the sense of a sexual touch, it still did not feel right that he let himself become so aware of her gentle fingers against his wounds, the soft strokes of it sliding over his Adam’s apple and across his collarbone.
Rav dared to lower his eyes, but stopped when his gaze caught sight of her small nose and her long lashes lowered over his skin as she worked. The uncomfortable feeling in his heartbeat returned, hammering against his chest, and he fought the urge to press a hand against it. Why was it that whenever she came close, he felt as though something inside his chest was fighting to break free?
Sitting still while her fingers stroked across his wounds was a kind of torture. He could not even feel the pain of his injuries anymore, only her touch. His lungs were already burning for breath by the time she was finally done and moved back a little. Then she lifted her light red eyes to his and said,
"All done. If you can wear a light nightwear to sleep instead of your regular day clothes, it will help the healing go faster."
It took a few seconds for her words to settle in Rav’s muddled head before he replied without thinking,
"I don’t have a nightwear."
He realized what he had said as soon as the words left his mouth. He saw her nod as though she had already expected that and then she remarked,
"I noticed that, which was why I selected few set of nightwears for you when Belle told me to help you pick some attires. Let me get it for you."
Evenly set the medicine box down on the stool and strode toward the bags they had brought back but had yet to open because of the situation that had forced them to rush home before finishing their purchases.
With Belle and Angel’s condition weighing heavily on her mind, Evenly had not dared to think of their shopping. If not for the assistant girl in the shop who had followed them to the carriage with the bags of items they had managed to purchase before Angel’s scream had alerted them, Evenly doubted she would have carried the bags at all.
Now she walked to them, opened one, and pulled out a fine set of men’s sleeping wear made of soft, light fabric. She walked back to where Rav was fastening his buttons again and said,
"You can’t wear that shirt. Take it off and wear the nightshirt instead. You can change behind the wooden divider." Her voice was gentle and good-natured, as if this, too, was something completely normal.
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