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I step to where she is, reaching down and pushing her hair back to reveal the bump on her head

“It’s not hurting?”

“No” She looks up ather on her knees, looking down into those eyes with ood”

“Good Did you take the Tylenol?”

“No It wasn’t hurting”

“That’s a relief”

We’re alone, and it’s a struggle to stay in control My cock is so hard it’s aching as she fidgets on the couch, her blonde hair shining in the sun streah the fabric of the Star Trek shirt, only now she’s also wearing a loose pair of blue jean shorts

She looks like an innocent la over her, but she doesn’t look scared She looks hopeful

“Can I get you anything?” she finally asks

“Yes” I s hard and choose ht noant you to tell ht Why you were out in the street, running”

“I told you I reat” She smiles and pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, but I know she’s lying

And there’s a rage building inside of ht because I suspect someone hurt her Or tried to hurt her

“Bambina, I want you to listen toour faces level “I believe that for some reason, maybe divine intervention, you were thrown into ht I feel it But for me to be the best I can be for you, you need to tell me the truth Always Can you do that for me?”

She chews on her bottom lip as I feel the softness of her tiny hands incurves, every crease and mark and the stories behind them all

She opens herto answer, but instead she blows out a warher in

When she finally speaks, her voice is tentative “I mean, sure Yes, but we barely know each other You’re not responsible for my probleh the tough act