Unwelcome Tenderness

“I’ll apply the ointment for you,” he replied sternly.

“No need. I’m fine,” I croaked out in a raspy voice.

His gaze darkened. “Either I help you apply the ointment, or you do it yourself. Decide.”

I burst out furiously. “Tristan, will you please stop?” I was drained out, but he kept getting on my nerves.

He nodded. “So, I’ll do it?”

His insistence annoyed the hell out of me.

I sat up and gave him