361 It's not broken

"No... it's not broken..." Steve responded. His voice almost a whisper. "But it might be hurt. If you kiss it, it might get better." He lost his dignity as a man in front of her. Is there anything else for him to lose?

Bridgette looked at him in disbelief. "Do you really think I'm that naive? Even if I don't have any experience with that, I watch movies... I know what kissing it will do..." She saw him embarrassed and felt a bit guilty. 'Now he needs my support, not my scolding.' Bridgette looked around the room and saw two doors besides the entry one. "Which one is the bathroom?"

Steve pointed at one of the doors. Bridgette went inside, washed hands and came out with a warm wet towel. She wiped him off and kept the towel away.

He was on the bed, not moving... his head was lowered.

"Steve?" Bridgette climbed on the bed next to him. "Can you look at me? Please?"