This is life.

31 ➤ Weak

Amy turned off the shower before pulling me out gently. Both of us were soaking wet and my clothes were clutching onto my body harshly. She pulled me into the bedroom and I dread the next few minutes, knowing she'll probably make me take off my clothes, and I don't want to do that, for many, many reasons. She made me sit down on the bed as she stood in front of me.

"Take off your clothes." She spoke, if only she read my mind. I shook my head while looking at the floor. "You'll get a cold." She said strictly, almost mother like. She sighed and started to undress me, my mind too confused to try and stop her. And she's already seen me naked, so I shouldn't worry too much. She pulled my pants down from my legs and I was left in my underwear, or should I say, her underwear. She started to take off my jumper, I didn't protest and I lifted my arms to make it easier for her.

After it was off I noticed she took the liberty to bandage my arm earlier last night. Because of the wetness the bandage was soggy and felt kind of itchy on my cuts. "I need to change your bandage." I heard Amy mutter. She took off her own wet shirt and I awkwardly looked away. Uncomfortable wouldn't even begin to explain how I'm feeling right now. "It's alright to look love." Amy said. My eyes dart to her body and it wasn't really what I expected to see. Her stomach was toned, she wasn't far away from having abs, her waist was pretty small, she had a pretty petite figure. Her skin was pale but it suited her, and her breasts. . . Well it might sound gay but her boobs are nice.

They looked to be of a medium size and fit into her bra perfectly. Perky and plump. Maybe C10 possibly? Whoa okay let's just hide the fact that I just described how nice Amy's breasts are. She yawned and stretched a bit, lifting up her arms during the process and I noticed that under her left arm there was a large, dark scar. I frown a bit because imperfections don't bother me, it's the unnatural ones that do. Not just on her, on anybody really.

I want to know how she got it but I don't think I should ask about it. Then I notice some smaller, similar scars above her hips and one of her left shoulder. I don't want to let my curiosity get the best of me but I'm tempted to ask how she got such scars, they were scary really, she also had scars in the form of white lines on both of her arms, and some new cuts, probably from the time she needed blood. I absolutely hate scars, but other than that her body was exceptionally. . .well...attractive. Then something more interesting finally processed through my head. She has more tattoos then I thought. Under her right collar bone she had a tattoo that said

'to lie is to sin'

On her left forearm I saw the infinity sign, I noticed on her right hip it said

'Love life,

Love god,

Love yourself.' With a pretty little heart. On her left hip there was a small star. And on her inner right bicep it read

'believe and smile'

Wow. If you weren't counting, that's six tattoos in total, including the one she has on her ankle. Have I ever mentioned it before? I have a thing for tattoos. Sleeves, quotes, signs, any tattoo has me drooling, I always found them hot. And now I am indeed drooling over Amy's tattoos. I bet she has more hiding on other places of her body. "I take it you like my tattoos?" She asked. I blushed and saw no point in lying when it was clearly obvious, so I nodded. She chuckled. "So do I." She said as she sat down next to me, still in nothing but her pajama bottoms.

"Do you have any?" She asked. "Just one." I said quietly as I motioned to my wrist. "Aw yeah." She laughed. "I forgot about this. Everyone was talking about this a few weeks ago." She said as she held my wrist to examine the tattoo closer. "Damn I didn't notice it till now. I didn't think you actually got it." She went on. "You must've really loved him at the time." Amy said. I bit my lip. Love. Not loved, loved. I still love him, I always will. I wanted to correct her badly but I bit my tongue.