Page 73 of French Escapade

“It’s arnica,” he says putting a cream on one of her hands. “I’ll let you put it on alone, okay?”

Élodie nods, but as she starts applying it, she passes out. I hold her.

“Élodie!”

“Don’t worry,” says the medic, while checking her pulse. “It’s the aftershock. Nothing to be scared about. Can I suggest you take advantage of the fact she’s out of it to spread the cream on that spot?”

Good idea. And I’d rather do it myself than watch him put his hands all over her … but like she said before, this is not how I imagined caressing her skin for the first time.

But it will happen.

I don’t feel tired anymore.

Madison and Élodie are with me.

In a moment, we’ll be at the hospital.

Even if I have some explaining to do, the worst is behind us.

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