✓ KISS TO KILL | JAKE

18- naked scars

18-naked scars 

He swung her up in his strong arms, effortlessly lifting her petite frame as if she were nothing more than a mere ragdoll. With a comforting hand holding her back, he delayed her legs from collapsing under her, providing the much-needed support that she desperately required. As she leaned back, her head rolled between her shoulder blades, and he could feel her pain and discomfort.

Carrying her to the bathroom, he was lost in thought, trying to figure out how to help ease her suffering. As he laid her down gently, he took in the sight of her soulless body, and his heart was filled with an overwhelming sense of pity. He couldn't bear to see her like this, writhing in pain and agony.

After contemplating for a moment, he decided that he couldn't leave her like that. It was evident that he had to help her, and he was determined to do whatever it takes to alleviate her discomfort. With her consent, he decided to wash her in the bathroom, carefully tending to her every need.

As he cleaned her up, he couldn't help but ponder why women have to endure such excruciating pain. The blood over her legs was a stark reminder of the agony that she was going through, and it made him wonder how he could make things easier for her.

Despite feeling helpless, he was determined to be there for her every step of the way, providing her with the care and support that she needed to get through this trying time.

"Can you undress?" He asked her,

She nodded while she couldn't. Can she just drop her arrogant self?

Y/n's arms were on the brink of collapsing under the weight of their own numbness. They were aching with an intensity that was beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Her entire body was exhausted, and the thought of sleeping while standing upright seemed like a distant dream. She longed for the comfort of her bed, for a soft pillow to rest her head on, and for the sweet oblivion of sleep.

As she stood there, struggling to keep her balance, she couldn't help but wish that her arms would just break. Anything would be better than this excruciating pain that had taken over her body. The bone-dry feeling in her mouth only added to her misery, and the pain in her stomach was almost too much to bear.

Seeing her in such agony, he knew that he had to intervene. He couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer. "Y/n, don't be so stubborn," he said, gently putting her down on the bathroom floor. "Let me wash you. I know you can't do it alone."

As he helped her remove her stained pants, he couldn't help but notice the pain etched on her face. He held her calves one at a time, delicately removing the fabric that was stained with blood. He asked her if she was still in pain, hoping for a positive response. But she simply replied with a soft "no," which only served to deepen his sense of helplessness.

He knew that he had to be strong for her, to provide her with the comfort and support that she needed to get through this difficult time. He held her close, cradling her in his arms, and vowed to never let her go. Together, they would face this pain and emerge stronger on the other side.

As he removed her clothing, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed. But she trusted him, and she knew that he would take care of her. His touch was gentle, and she could feel the veins in his arm as he wrapped it around her legs to support her. He lifted her up, removing the fabric from her entirely, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"I'll grab you the medicine once I finish washing you," he said, his voice filled with concern. He straightened up, holding her by the waist, and tossed her clothes onto the sink cabinet behind him. He then turned his attention to her top, his touch delicate and precise.

As he worked to remove her top, she couldn't help but notice the way his hands moved over her body with such care and tenderness. Despite the pain and discomfort she was feeling, she couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security in his embrace.

With each passing moment, she felt herself growing more and more at ease. His touch was soothing, and she knew that he would never let her down. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, trusting that he would guide her through this difficult time. Together, they would overcome any obstacle and emerge stronger on the other side.

Moving to her bra, her milky breasts spilled out of her bra as he unhooked it. Enlarged brown nipples dotted both her breasts. 

It wasn't the first time he saw her naked. He has to control his sexual desire, but there is something so disarming about seeing y/n naked. There's a vulnerability in her eyes he can't resist. His eyes travel from her face to her collarbone, then to her breasts. Without lingerie they sit lower, more natural, less close together, each so perfect and molded to her form. He doesn't linger too long, just enough for her to see how beautiful she is to him. It's her eyes he wants to see.

And he has to make sure to not take this chance to do something she doesn't want, at least, until she will get back consciousness. The medicine she took, caused her a fever.

As his eyes scanned her body, he noticed something that made his heart skip a beat. There, on her delicate skin, was a fresh scar. Its pink, shiny appearance was shocking, and he couldn't help but trace his finger along its surface.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

She scoffed and muttered something under her breath, but he could tell that she was trying to brush it off as if it was nothing.

"Tell me the truth, y/n," he said, his tone serious now. He locked eyes with her, determined to get to the bottom of this.

She swallowed hard before finally answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was from a car accident...I was in the car with my father," she said, her nerves getting the best of her.

Jake's heart sank as he heard her words. He knew all too well the pain and trauma that came with such an experience.

Her heart sank as she watched his reaction. He stood there frozen, his eyes and mouth wide open in an expression of stunned surprise. She couldn't quite read his face, but she knew that something had shocked him deeply.

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