"I have to clean your wound now, Chelsea," Louis said his hands around Chelsea.

Her eyes popped up with anxiety, and her heart tripped a little. Hiding her face in his front shirt, she cried out to Louis.

"Not that painful cleaning again, Louis, it hurts," she said sniffing his manly shampoo.

Chelsea was just so impressed with how the young man took care of his skin as well as his appearance. At thirty, he looked like he was just eighteen, and blossoming in his youthful life.

Louis stroked her long black hair, he loves it, the silky way it felt in his hand, his she reacted whenever he stroked...