"Strip." That was the first word she uttered after stepping into the house.
Kyle blinked in confusion. "What... but why?"
Amanda narrowed her eyes. She wasn't looking at his face, only his body. "I need to make sure you aren't hiding something serious under those clothes."
Kyle let out a tired sigh. "Amanda... I promise there's nothing to worry abou, ah!"
The rest of his sentence vanished as she pushed him onto the couch with startling force and climbed over him before he could react.
Screech
His t-shirt split apart down the middle under her hands.
Amanda's gaze swept across his body, clearly inspecting for any visible marks.
Kyle stayed silent, letting her assess him however she wanted.
Thankfully, he was still wearing shorts, sparing him from being stripped any further.
"Sit up," she ordered quietly.
He obeyed without complaint, not wanting to agitate her even more.
