"I have a hard time thinking of you as being wicked; you're such a little saint!" I said truthfully.
"Does that bother you?"
"I'm getting used to it." I said again truthfully.
Her hands left off the relaxing massage of my hands and I almost groaned in despair at the absence of her healing touch. My eyes flew open, as I felt her unlacing my boot.
"You don't have to do that!" I said, even as I wished that she would.
Her eyes had a soft intrinsic quality to them, "Sit back and let me care for you."
I shook my head, "Why are you doing this for me?"
"Because I want to."
"But why?"
She looked at me earnestly, as if seeking for the right words, "Because you're my man now and I like taking away your pain."
She looked back down at my foot, as her fingers began what they had done to my hands. What was wrong with her? Who did things like this for someone else? Who forgave like this?
She was close to perfection in a way I'd never thought possible and I totally didn't deserve her or her attention. My hands gripped into fists at a sudden truth. She deserved a far better man than me, but I was never going to let her go!
Asia let her hands go about the pressure point procedures, as her mind dwelt elsewhere. God had answered her prayers yet again in the form of her being able to do something for her captor. John was different now, more even natured. Why was that? She was full of questions and she had a pretty good idea of how she was going to get answers to them.
She'd never imagined herself with someone like him. She'd thought it would be with some bookish like-minded individual she met within her own field of expertise. She certainly hadn't been expecting anything like this man of elemental passion that would completely have fit in with the barbaric savagery of the 300 Spartan warriors at the battle of Thermopylae. He still frightened her, but the more leaves she was turning over were exciting her now too.
She was done. She got up to her feet and met his gaze for the first time in a long time. She had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, as she took in the intense level of gratitude directed toward her that she saw in his eyes.
"Is your headache all gone now?" She asked.
He nodded.
She picked up the bottle of pills, "Don't take these anymore. When you have a headache just come to me." She tossed the pill bottle away into a corner of the room.