Celeste And Amael
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Celeste froze completely when I opened my eyes.
As my gaze shifted from the ceiling toward her, she gulped, looking as if she had been caught red-handed committing the biggest crime.
I felt her soft hand on my forehead and hair for some reason. Not that I hated it, but I was currently topless in front of two women.
"Have you had enough, Celeste?" I asked, my voice low.
"Ah… s-sorry, I didn't mean to…" Celeste quickly withdrew her hand and averted her gaze, clearly flustered.
"How many days have I been out?" I asked, trying to sit up. A groan escaped my lips as pain shot through my body.
"Around a day," the maid standing behind Celeste answered.