Ten missed calls

Fred got home and carried Amelia out of the car and into the house in a bridal style.

He stared at her face until he laid her on the neatly laid bed in his guest room.

“Hmm… why is it so hot?…” She moaned and turned on her side.

Fred placed her bag on the lamp stand and hurried into the bathroom to get a wet towel for her.

He soaked the white towel he kept in the bathroom with water and walked to where she laid again.

He made her lay on her back again and began to mop her face carefully with the towel. As he cleaned her body, she smiled widely occasionally.

Fred giggled at the slightest reaction she gave. ‘Why is she so cute?’

He was done with her face, and he slowly moved down to her hand. He picked up her right hand and cleaned it.

He couldn’t help but gaze at her body. It was so smooth and beautiful.

He looked away from her hand and down her leg, he saw a scar on her left leg and furrowed his brows.

“What happened to you here?” He asked in a whisper and ran his finger on