There was a very big difference between seeing and merely touching. The overall of them all was – seeing and touching.
Now, Leo understood that better as he continued to stare at the sleeping Mia.
He had seen different shape and body type, but hers was something else. Or maybe his mind was only playing a trick on him because he hadn't expected her to have this kind of body.
Her lace bra looked a bit small for her so he could clearly see the top of her exposed breast and faintly see the outline of her pink nipple through the lace. He cussed his good eyesight for that.
He had seen her belly before. He saw it back when she had gone to jog and when he had been taking off her dress earlier. But seeing it now, with her almost looking naked, was a different thing entirely.
Her belly was flat and looked firm. She had a small belly button also.
Things became tougher for him especially when he looked at her tiny lace panties.
There was a particular effect red lingerie had on men or probably him alone. Not to talk of when it was lacy!
"Oh God!" He gasped aloud before quickly hurrying out of the room while shutting the door behind him.
He dropped the bowl of soup on the dining table and began to pace around.
"This isn't right. This isn't right one bit" He said to himself over and over again as he wondered why he was feeling funny because of her body.
She had a gorgeous body quite alright, but he did not like her for goodness sake!
He roughly ran his hand through his hair before he began to do some press ups and push ups.
But that also did not help his situation because the image from earlier kept flashing in his mind.
Now he regretted not taking Richard's advice to take that Sophia girl from the bar home with him.
If he had done that, she probably would have helped undress her. Or even if he had been the one to still do this, then at least he would have seen someone to pour out his sexual frustration on.
But unfortunately, he hadn't brought any woman home and it was still raining heavily outside.
Did that shaman say something about his life becoming interesting? This was so out of it! Everything had been going bad for him ever since!
"What am I going to do?" He asked himself as he began to pace around again.
He noticed the bowl of soup on the dining table and remembered he had to fix her something so he could give her a drug since he wasn't sure she had eaten anything.
He took back the bowl of soup inside the kitchen to heat it up since it was already a bit cold.
When he slowly approached the room again, he took in a deep breath with his eyes closed.
When he finally opened the door, he resisted every urge to take a peek at her. He first turned off the light, and slowly approached the bed.
But it was as if the earlier image was already imprinted in his mind. Even in the darkness, he could still make out her figure and what she wore.
He knew how to find the duvet so that had not been challenging for him. But when he used it to cover her, his hand brushed against her skin and he jumped again.
But this time, he jumped for a different reason. She had sweat all over her body and her body was very hot.
He knew instantly that it was a bad idea to cover her up. He quickly switched on the bedside lamp but reduced it so it would be very dim and opened up the windows to allow fresh air inside the room.
When he came back to the bed side, he closed his eyes and realised it was time to make a decision. He wanted her to be okay so he could easily get this over with.
Slowly, he pulled the duvet from her body and sucked in air when he could still see her clearly.
"Leo.. you have to be professional. Louis wouldn't behave the way you are behaving right now." He scolded himself before he gently propped up her head with a pillow.
Thankfully, she cooperated unconsciously while he fed her the soup.
As he did so, he tried not to have any perverted thoughts. He tried not to take his eyes down. The only thing he concentrated on was the bowl of soup and her face.
There was still a little soup remaining, but he kept that aside. He was going to feed that to her after feeding her the medicine.
Every attempt to make her take the medicine proved futile. Feeding soup and medicine were two different things.
He remembered some movies where they fed medicine to the sick by grinding it with their teeth before passing it to the sick patient. More like a mouth to mouth stuff.
He shook his head in horror. He was never going to do that. Firstly, he hated drugs and there was no way he was going to grind it with his own teeth. Secondly, what if she suddenly woke up and accuse him of kissing her again? She had gotten angry earlier and he didn't want to start another quarrel. Thirdly, his hormones were already hyper. He remembered how soft her lips felt from earlier and feared he may linger for too long or do something inappropriate if he did that to her.
Even though he did not like her, sometimes, the body doesn't listen to the head or the heart and just does whatever it wished.
There was a better option to this. He wondered why the movies didn't use that method instead. He went back to the kitchen with the drug and dropped the two tablets in a cup, added a little water and used a spoon to grind the medicine inside while also stirring the liquid.
It didn't take long before the medicine dissolved.
He returned to the room and fed her with it and once he was done, he fed her the remaining soup to help wash down the awful taste of the medicine.
When he checked her temperature again, he noticed she was less sick now and sighed in relief.
He thought about going back inside his room but thought against it since she may fall sick again and now, it was just three in the morning, anything could happen.
He lay on the other side of the bed with his eyes on the ceiling, trying his best not to look at her.
Before he knew it, his eyes closed involuntarily and he slept off beside her.
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