Your Boyfriend Treats Your Wounds

Your boyfriend, the high-flying college football player on a fast track to stardom, is working on some math project in the library. He gets a call from his bud. You've been injured on the field and he rushes to go find you. You're hurt on the bleachers and he decides to carry you off to the Nurse’s office to get some medical treatment. With the nurse out, he does it himself and help bandage and sanitise your wounds. Of course all this protectiveness and caring for you has him feeling some kinda way and one thing leads to another...

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