Chapter 21: Gracie's Secret

Staring at those milky-white thighs, rubbing medicine was the last thing on my mind. Gracie was wrapped in nothing but a blanket. Her curves kept peeking in and out of view, and if I let my gaze run up from those smooth, pale thighs, I could follow it to even lovelier places. I swallowed hard. Gracie might be quiet and reserved, but her figure was anything but modest, fuller even than Oaklyn's. "Gracie, does it still hurt?" I asked. She shook her head, still looking down. In a small voice, she...