Radulf opened his eyes and saw Zenna before him. "Didn't you leave earlier?" he asked. "I'm all naked," he reminded her as he saw her stepping close to him.
"I know you are naked, but it's not like I've not seen you naked that night," Zenna said and bit her bottom lip, her fingers fidgeting.
'Is she blushing?' Radulf thought and smiled a little, reaching his hand to his mouth. He gazed at her in amusement.
"I want to see the wound on your back," Zenna said. She didn't wait for his response when approached him and stood behind him. "Lean forward," she softly said.
Radulf did what she requested for and again felt her fingers tracing the wound on his back. He curled his fingers, feeling something weird was again happening to his body. That particular spot, where Zenna touched burned.
He was once again wafted in her scent that would drive him crazy to the extent that he would forget the wall he had built around himself not to sway with her. 'Fuck,' he thought.
