He unfastened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt without thinking. It was a conditioned response to all those doctor visits at this point. Whenever they would ask, he would usually remove his shirt so that they could examine him. He still had several obvious bruises, but they were already faint. Tamara reached out and gently ran her fingers over his chest.
James was chiseled now from all of the hard exercise that was involved in his physical therapy. His shoulders and upper arms were particularly well-muscled. They had borne the burden of getting him around while his legs mended. While Tamara was busy looking at his chest and lightly touching him, he could not help but notice how her n*****s stiffened and pressed against her form-fitting shirt.
At almost the same moment, they looked
