58 Rhys
58
Rhys
“Fuck, Ginger. I told you that you were going to get burned.”
“The sun was almost down though.”
“I’ll go to the pharmacy to look for something.”
“I want to cry. It hurts,” she moaned.
I bent down, kissed her on the head, and went to look for my keys. It was three in the afternoon, and we’d just woken up. Ginger was so red, I was shocked when I saw her. The outline of my glasses around her eyes was white, making her look like a raccoon. I could hardly keep from laughing when I saw her walk into the kitchen for coffee looking like that.
I returned after buying cream to soothe the burn and told her to lie on the sofa so I could rub it into her back after she’d done her face, arms, and legs. She obeyed and I slowly lifted her shirt.
“Careful.”
“I know. Relax.”
“I promise I’ll listen to you next time,” she said as I spread the cream on her. I took a deep breath as I touched her waist. “How can I even go outside? I’m supposed to go to your work tonight. You won’t be able to introduce me to your friends…”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“They’ll think I’m a lobster.”
“I’m going to unfasten your bra, okay?”
“What? No, leave it. It hurts.”
I held her down softly when I saw she was trying to get up, and I undid the clasp. She took a deep breath as that torture device was removed, and I rubbed the cream on slowly. Then I pulled her T-shirt back down and stood, my mouth dry.
“Don’t act stupid, and try to stay comfortable for the next few days.”
“I need to buy clothes,” she complained.
“Fine. We’ll go tomorrow afternoon.”