Page 37 of Liberating Lily

Now she seemed almost delusional or hallucinating.

Harvey opened the front door before she had even gotten to it. “What took you so long?”

Michaela gave him a stern look. “I got here as quickly as I could.”

Well, it wasn’t quick enough for his liking.

“How is she?” the other woman asked.

“Not well,” he said. “She’s been vomiting. She’s running a temperature, and now she seems kind of out of it. She doesn’t even seem to know that I’m there.”

“Might be the flu or something. Let me examine her.”

As soon as they walked into the room, the smell of vomit hit him. Lily was sitting up, covered in it, and she was sobbing.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make it to the bathroom. It just came. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Oh, his poor girl.

His heart broke for her. Rushing toward her, he grabbed a clean cloth off the bedside table that he’d been using to try and cool her down. He wiped her hands and face first. Then he lifted her gently out from under the covers.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

She just kept repeating the same words.

“It’s all right, baby. Shh, you’re fine. It was an accident. We can clean everything up.”

“Why don’t I strip the bed while you help her shower?” Michaela suggested.

He nodded gratefully and picked Lily up, carrying her into the bathroom. He took off her clothes, leaving her in her underwear.

He stepped into the shower with her in his arms and tried his best to clean her under the shower without staring at her. Damn, it was difficult, though.

He had to keep reminding himself that she was ill.

However, she was so fucking beautiful.

Harvey kept his clothes on. He didn’t care about his own comfort. That meant nothing to him.

Finally, she was clean and slumped against him, half asleep. It was hard to dry her off when she was so sleepy, but he managed. After wrapping another towel around her, he carried her into the bedroom.

Michaela had found some clean sheets and changed the bed. He laid Lily down on top of the bed cover. Moving to the wardrobe, he’d intended to grab some of the lingerie he’d bought for her to sleep in.

Instead, he pulled out one of his T-shirts. He wanted her to wear something that belonged to him. It might be primal or caveman or whatever.

But he didn’t really care.

Moving back into the bedroom, he stripped off her underwear while keeping the towel around her. Then he drew a clean pair of panties up her legs.

Fuck.

It was hard not to get turned on and it made him feel a bit like a dick, he wouldn’t lie. Here she was, ill and out of it, and he was getting turned on from putting panties on her.

Finally, he got them on and drew the T-shirt over the towel before removing it.

Fuck, it was hard work dressing a woman. This was a first for him.

“I’ve put the sheets and cover in the laundry for you,” Michaela said as she walked into the bedroom.