I heard the footsteps near my room and quickly hid the matchbox under my pillow again. Oliver walked in with some medicines in his hand.
"Oh, I forgot to hand you these after the soup." He said apologetically and I gave him a polite smile while taking the medicines from his hand and swallowing it down with a glass of water.
Oliver just stood there not leaving. He was hesitating I don't know the reason as I asked him to kill the awkwardness he is building in the atmosphere between us.
"What?" I snapped.
"Uhmm actually, no need to get offended." He said before cautiously and then continued. "You had been sleeping for 3 days so you need to change actually or take bath." He looked down at me meaningfully and I realized that I am wearing a big diaper under my trouser.
F**k. Do I look like a Toddler to him?
My nostrils started flaring in rage and embarrassment as I yelled at him, "Oliver, What the..."
"Quiet Ella..!" He shut me and then started explaining. "You were unconscious so I need to put that diaper on you. I had no choice, Ella." He shrugged looking innocent and somehow his word makes sense to me.
"Thanks, Oliver," I said with my head lowered.
He looked stunned though from my words. "What?"
"Thank you, Oliver. If I didn't have you I don't know how am I supposed to make it here." I sniffed feeling my heart getting heavy. "Mom, dad, Ethan everyone has left me. Please don't leave me, Oliver. I am feeling so lonely now." I started crying as Oliver hugged me tight;y while rubbing my back in comfort.
"I won't leave you, Ella, never." He said.
At that time, I didn't know how heavy those words are until I felt the burden of it in my life.
***
It's been a week since I woke up from a long sleep. I didn't see Ethan in my dreams at all and I didn't attend the school either. My legs were weak before but now it seems fine.
Last week was difficult for me as I have lost Ethan and I wasn't even able to pay a visit to his grave or to his parent. I felt sad about it but my legs had literally given up on me. I stayed on the bed all day while Oliver accompanied me.
He was the one who took me to the bathroom and even bath me sometimes. I felt too nervous when he first offered me the bath. I was stinking so bad that I didn't have a choice but to give in after all I am not his blood-related sister at all.
But still, I felt the hesitation and weirdness of him giving me a bath. He sensed my discomfort as he brought a scarf of mine and then tied it around his face covering his eyes.
I sighed in relief when he did that.
"Now you are my eyes." He said with a smirk and I felt overwhelmed by his concern for me.
I took off my clothes and sat on the chair completely naked as I guided him. He took the soap and started rubbing my body. I felt goosebumps all over me when he touched me. He very gently started rubbing the soap on my neck then going down to my chest he held my both breast in each of his hands as he squeezed it while rubbing the soap foam on it.
I unknowingly moan but quickly covered my mouth. Thankfully, he is blindfold at the moment. I sighed in relief but that wasn't enough as his hands went down to my waist and then he rubbed his finger to my navel that gave me immense pleasure.
He kept rubbing my body and I lost my breath when he opened my legs and slid his hand near to my cunt, he started rubbing it with one hand while his other hand was pulling my leg to open it wider.
I could have stopped him but my senses were gone and I was literally aching for his touch on my warm folds but no, he didn't touch my opening as his hand slid down to my thighs, then legs, and foot.
I felt disappointed I was on the verge of having my orgasm but... never mind.
He finally put the shower on my head as war water calms my body, I feel clean and fresh as all the dirt was washed away from my body. I felt refreshed and energetic after my bath but my folds still ache for his touch.
I tried to control my emotions and after that day. I always tried to take the bath myself no matter how difficult it was or how many ties I cursed myself for hurting my leg while bathing.
Remembering the past incident, I again felt the ache between my legs and tried to suppress it.
"Ready?" Oliver asked me as I nodded at him trying to hide my desire for his touch.
As I walked out with him, he suddenly turned and picked me up.
I gasped in surprise, "Oliver, what are you doing?"
"The stairs, I don't think it's still safe for you to climb down the stairs on your own." He said, and I urged the feeling to roll my eyes. Since last week, he had been acting so concern that he won't let me leave my room. Thankfully today after a whole week he has finally allowed me to go out to see Ethan's parents and give my condolence to them.
He was walking with me in the bridal style and I couldn't help but blush. Why does he always act like a perfect man? Why I am still having indecent thoughts for him? I should probably mourn Ethan's dead but my sinful mind kept pushing me towards Oliver no matter what I am facing in my life.
My body always craves for him just now as I am feeling the desperate need to kiss his lips and take his rod into me.
F**k Ella, you're getting crazy and horny. I kept cursing myself in my mind.