#Chapter 192: Archer’s Healing Hands

Archer’s gaze is heavy on my skin. I can feel it caress me as surely as if he was touching me with his hands. It trails down the column of my throat, stopping at the curve of my bare tits. I make no move to cover myself. I want him to see. After being so close to death, maybe I want to feel alive again. But then, unexpectedly, that same heavy gaze slides farther down, until he is inspecting the bruises of my ribs. Slowly, he reaches out and gently touches his fingers to the bare, unblemished skin of my lower abdomen. It’s one of the few places left on me not purple and painful. Then he begins to walk around me. He moves at a glacial pace, circling around. He drags his fingers along in his path, sliding across the side of my tummy, then up around the curve of my hip. Down along the side of my thigh. Just above the cleft of my right ass cheek. My left. The other thigh. The other hip. And then my abdomen again. I’m breathing heavy by now. I know he’s just inspecting my wounds but it f