I covered my chest with the tee and a minute later Tristan glided through the room. He had a white box and scissors. He was staring at me nervously. "Okay," he sighed and sat down next to me, putting the medical stuff on the bed. "Could you please turn around?"

"Yeah," I said, doing as told. "It won't hurt, right?"

"I hope not," he answered, brushing away my hair from my back, the touch of his soft fingers sending goose bumps all over me. "I'll do my best, I promise." He gently ...