William Griffith stubbed out his cigarette and walked over to her, "Let me clean it up."
"Be careful of the broken glass," Cherish Turner quickly whispered, afraid that he would get hurt.
William's stubborn streak acted up, warding off her hand to keep her from moving. He silently toiled away, clearing the shards of glass, and then grabbed a tube of cooling ointment from the medicine cabinet. As Cherish stood there, he suddenly scooped her up in his arms and headed towards the bedroom.
Cherish kicked her legs, anxiously shouting, "William, what are you doing? Put me down!"
As she cried out, William had already carried her into a bedroom. Gently laying her down, he began to undress her. He barely exerted any force and was incredibly tender, but she couldn't resist. With wide eyes, she looked at him and he said in a deep voice, "Let me see your back."
Cherish stopped struggling, softly saying, "I'm fine; it doesn't hurt at all."