The Bet

12) All Better

"Ah! I finally found it!" The angel celebrated when she pulled a lotion bottle out of one of her end tables. She looked over her shoulder and waved me over. "C'mere, hon. Let's see if this will help."

I shifted to hop off the counter.

"Be careful on that ankle, though," she added, her tone reminded me of a teacher scolding a student.

I bit my lip at her sudden sternness and slowly eased myself off the counter onto one foot. Maybe if I go easy on it she'll forget about the whole icing thing.

My bare feet made little taps on the floor as I tried to quickly, but carefully, make my way over to her.

Once I was at her side she patted the bed with a smile. "Lie dow. This cream helps with bruises and I want to see if it will work for yours."

My eyebrows raised. "There's such thing as bruise cream?"

She beamed at the way I initiated another conversation with her. "I know right? That's what I said when I learned about it."

"Where did you learn about it?" Why is this stuff not main stream?

I guess most people don't make a habit of getting bruised up.

Still, would have done me good to know about it a couple of years ago.

"The club," the goddess shrugged simply.

I frowned at her answer as she guided me down onto the bed with a gentle hand on my shoulder. "The Cave?" I tried to clarify.

  She chuckled to herself. "No, dear. Don't worry about it, I'll take you there someday."

I couldn't help but fidget in my spot. She wants to see me again?

  Her beautiful laugh graced my ears, yet again, distracting me. "Stop wiggling around so much and let me apply this," she shook her head lightly.

  The hand she placed on my hip to steady me just made me want to wiggle more — It's relatively intimate and her hands are so soft — but I held my breath to keep still as she started to rub the cream into my side.

Uh oh.

My body started to twitch on its own.

A grin slowly grew on Miss Camila's face. "Is someone ticklish?"

  My eyes shot wide. "Yes! So please don't —"

  She did.

  Her fingers ran across the side of my abdomen that wasn't covered by a bruise.

  I tried. I really did, but I couldn't hold it in. I bursted into giggles and started kicking my feet.

She laughed along with me through her torture.

"Pineapple! Pineapple!" I screeched between laughing fits.

She snorted. "What the hell are you saying?"

"It's my safe word," I chuckled, fighting off her devil fingers.

Miss Camila gifted me a deep hearty laugh at my response and safe word, retracting her hands with an amused grin. "Fine," she chuckled, reaching for the bottle again to pour more cream onto her hands. "But seriously, keep still. Let me do my work," she grinned and wiggled her sticky fingers.

I sighed and laid back onto my back, resting my arms above my head to keep them out of the way.

This time, she took care to run her hands along the purple skin slowly, as to avoid tickling me again.