CHAPTER 285

There was a little first aid kit in the master bedroom. Damon found it, opened it, and started to strip.

He was in a bit of pain from a fall earlier, with a bruise on his lower back that looked like he might've hurt his muscles.

"Sorry, are you in a lot of pain?" I asked nervously.

"What do you think?" Damon lay down on the bed, his broad shoulders giving a sense of safety. His back muscles were fully exposed, his body fit and strong, full of masculine charm.

I took out some medicated oil and cotton swabs from the kit and knelt beside the bed, careful to apply the medicine on Damon.

Damon stood still, and my gaze wandered over his back. Not that I had any ulterior motives, just checking if there were any other injuries on him.

If he was with Ariel, there might be scratches and love bites

However, there was none on him, and I was not sure whether to feel disappointed or satisfied.