Celeste And Amael

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Celeste froze completely when I opened my eyes.

As my gaze shifted from the ceiling toward her, she gulped, looking as if she had been caught red-handed committing the biggest crime.

I felt her soft hand on my forehead and hair for some reason. Not that I hated it, but I was currently topless in front of two women.

"Have you had enough, Celeste?" I asked, my voice low.

"Ah… s-sorry, I didn't mean to…" Celeste quickly withdrew her hand and averted her gaze, clearly flustered.

"How many days have I been out?" I asked, trying to sit up. A groan escaped my lips as pain shot through my body.

"Around a day," the maid standing behind Celeste answered.