The_gladiator
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As she turned over their hands parted, and he let his arm rub her back gently. She seemed oblivious to his nakedness; however, this became the moment when he became aware of it. Her wriggling around had caused the tunic to ride up, and his hand was inadvertently rubbing bare skin on her back.
“I could not let you die,” he said softly. It was true, yes, he hoped to be paid for protecting her, but his honor would not allow her to be sold into slavery. He had lived that road, and she should not have to go through the same trials.
When she had rolled over, now her head rested on his arm, and when he bent his hand, he could stroke her hair. He wondered as he idly touched her, how long it might be were it down. He knew he should not touch her so, but felt unable to stop now.
“I could not let you die,” he said softly. It was true, yes, he hoped to be paid for protecting her, but his honor would not allow her to be sold into slavery. He had lived that road, and she should not have to go through the same trials.
When she had rolled over, now her head rested on his arm, and when he bent his hand, he could stroke her hair. He wondered as he idly touched her, how long it might be were it down. He knew he should not touch her so, but felt unable to stop now.