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We woke up the next morning, entangled. My arm was wrapped around her waist and her leg was wrapped around my hips. "Still cold?" I asked with a smirk.

Her emerald eyes opened and she chuckled. "Nah, fine now."

I ran my hand on her forehead and admired her beauty. "I think we should go back to our hotel rooms now to get ready," she said. "We'll come back here as soon as possible."

I nodded and got up from the couch; Claire was still inert on the bed, unfortunately.

"I hope you spent a great night," we suddenly heard Marcos say. "I know it's not the most comfortable place but..."

"No, we were fine," I replied. "Now we're going back to our hotel to get ready and everything. We'll be back soon."

"I'll be waiting."

I tried to smile and left the room, Stella behind me.

"Have you finally decided to trust the man?" she asked me.

I nodded. "I guess. He still took care of my wife for all these years. I should be grateful, right?"

"Absolutely."

We went to our hotel room to get ready for the day ahead of us. I took a hot shower, changed into fresh clothes and tried to relax. I felt so tense, so stressed with all that was happening to me. I just hoped Stella was right and that Claire was going to wake up soon. I wouldn't be capable of leaving the state knowing that she would be there alone, that I hadn't had the chance to talk to her.

I took a quick glance at myself in the mirror of my small bathroom and placed my hair. I looked so tired—though I looked like this almost everyday.

I sighed and went to Stella's room to see if she was ready. I knocked and she told me I could come in. But to much of my surprise, she was standing there in her lacy underwear, slowly getting dressed. I took a moment to admire her great figure, her long legs and flat stomach. God, she looked gorgeous. She was a real Greek Goddess.

When she was about to turn around to look at me, I quickly turned back, as if I wasn't looking at her.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said, once all dressed up. "Let's go."

I shook the impure thoughts away from my mind and followed her outside. All the way back to the hospital, I couldn't seem to stop seeing her in her hotel room, half naked. Why the hell had she done that? Stella was more careful than that habitually. I guess it was just the rush...

Once back at the hospital, we decided to buy some snacks out the vending machines and eat that in Claire's room. We were both hungry but didn't really feel like eating so some light snacks would be just perfect.

"You look tired, honey," Stella suddenly said, running her hand up and down my back. "Whoa and you're so tense... You want me to massage you a little bit?" Not even waiting for an answer, she sat down behind me and started massaging my neck. I moaned at the great feeling—she really knew how to make me feel better. Then she gently lifted my shirt and continued her job. I closed my eyes and focused on comforting gesture.

"Does that help you?" she suddenly asked.

I nodded. "Immensely. Thank You."

"No problem," she replied as she pressed harder and harder into my nape. "That's what we do right? We take care of each other?"

I smiled. "Yeah..."