That unusual blush creeps up her neck and cheeks again. Despite her short brown hair, she looks more feminine than most women. The strap of her nightgown slips off her uninjured shoulder and settles on her arm. The small motion teases the creamy skin of her naked breasts, which are tipped with dark pink nipples. I know because I saw them when I changed her clothes yesterday. A sight that’s engraved in my memories in spite of my futile attempts to erase it. I must stare for longer than socially acceptable, because Aleksandra clears her throat. She appears oblivious to what I was hyperfocused
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