Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

" This is bad . He's utterly flawless ! " " What are you mumbling about ? " I asked as we reached the entrance . Her blush deepened . " Nothing ! It's got nothing to do with you! " I pursed my lips . " Fine . " I carried her to my car and loaded her suitcase into the trunk . When I returned , she had taken off one shoe and sock, propping her leg on the seat as she tried to massage her ankle . The effort was clearly useless - her frown said as much . It was obvious from her clumsy attempt that she'd never treated a sprain before . " Let me handle it .

I've got some analgesic balm in the car , " I said , reaching for the tube . " What you're doing might make it worse . " She recoiled . " No ! Give it to me . I'll do it myself . " I handed it over . " You sure ? If you press the wrong spot , it could get worse . The way you're doing it now might even cause lasting damage . " Astrid paled . " N - No way ! " " Yes way , " I said with a grin . " If you're worried , I'll keep my eyes closed while I work . I won't look anywhere you don't want me to . " She hesitated . At first , she wanted to refuse .

She figured she could tough it out until she reached Claire's apartment . But the sharp pulses of pain in her ankle kept cutting through her resolve . With a sigh , she handed the balm back . " Fine . Just keep your eyes closed like you said . And don't look at the wrong places ! I'm wearing a short skirt ... " She lifted her leg toward me and tugged the hem down , her face burning red . " Don't you trust my moral character ? " I asked , eyes shut as I started the massage . Her skin was smooth and soft under my hands . Astrid hissed , " Not so hard ! It hurts ! " " Sorry .

Hard to control my strength when I can't see , " I said . After a couple of minutes , the tension in her brows eased . She looked at Sebastian's face , noting that his eyes had stayed closed the entire time . Her embarrassment faded . ' Maybe I misjudged him , ' she thought . ' Maybe he really was just trying to help me out of kindness ... ' Then he pressed a bit harder , and she gasped . " Oww ! " " Where ? Here ? " I asked , frowning . " Did I hit a nerve or something ? " " M - Maybe ... Could you , um , massage my whole leg ? My foot feels so much better now , " she said , flustered .

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