Kyle hopped from one house to another like a call boy, but he didn't mind because it was a great way to pass the time.
Kyle understood that he would soon not have this much time on his hands so it was best to feed them as much attention as he could for the time being.
Calista sat him on the couch but Kyle could smell the sweat off her delicate skin.
"Take off your shirt," Calista instructed him in a soft voice and Kyle had no reason to object.
He took off his shirt and Calista's eyes were focused on the wound on his torso.
"Does it hurt?" Calista questioned.
"No, not anymore," Kyle responded, feeling her cold fingers run along the edges.
"Are you sure?" Calista asked once again. She knew that the wound might be healing, but it hadn't yet.
There was no way that it wouldn't sting but Kyle was maintaining a brave face.
"You're safe now…" Calista whispered before mounting him.