Realising that she's seen him in far less Sam reaches down to pull off his T-shirt, wincing a little from the pain in his ribs.
"Oh, let me help you." Lauren suddenly says and she's kneeling beside him, her hands taking hold of his T-shirt and slowly, carefully lifting it up over his head.
Sam freezes for a moment at the touch of her fingers on his bare chest and he again feels his cock flaring into life. Taking a deep breath Sam tries to ignore it as her fingers probe at his various ribs, the mild pain helping to keep him focused.
"I don't think anything's broken." Lauren says, breaking the silence and pulling a small cloth to mop at his forehead. "Although this looks a little nasty."
Sam pauses again, his eyes locking with Lauren's just a few inches away from his, her full lips looking beautiful as she mops at the cut on his head.
Lauren stops in her work, before slowly stroking his hair, her eyes locking with his. "I'm really sorry about this." she finally says again.
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