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Lev sat back by her side and got to work. And that was when she woke up. Her eyes opened, but she didn’t utter a word.Just watched his hands move with precision as he cleaned the deep graze.
Zia winced again, her eyes squeezing shut, but his gentle touch and soothing voice seemed to calm her. “Almost done,Malyksha. Just a little while longer.”
She nodded.
He applied a topical antibiotic cream and carefully bandaged the area, his fingers brushing against her skin with a surprising warmth. As he worked, his focus didn’t shift; his eyes locked on her face, monitoring the slightest grunts and movements of pain.
Even his tenderness amazed him.
He’d never done this for any woman before Zia, and he didn’t feel threatened or repulsed by the idea of nursing her back to health.
When he finished, he gave her arm a soft pat.
“Give it a couple of days, and you’ll be able to give it a good swing again,” he said, his voice low and gentle. “Just keep it clean and dry.”
Zia blinked, a soft smile on her lips. “I don’t know why you’re doing this for me, but thank you. I appreciate warm gestures.”
He didn’t know why, either.
Why was he doing any of this? Keeping her safe? Taking care of her?
His gaze dipped to her lips as she spoke, and they traveled further down.
No explanation.
No time for answers.
“Sure,” he eyed her clothes and sensed the sudden shift between them when her eyes followed his.
“What?” she asked, barely audibly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your clothes are dirty,” he pointed out, even if he looked beyond the clothes.
There was an insane pull to this confident, beautiful young woman. One he couldn’t explain. A pull strong enough to make him forget all reason and lean closer. Close enough to hear her breathing speed pick up.
“Yeah,” she stuttered and let out a cough. “Yeah, I know they are. I’m, uh… I’m going to have to change into…”
“But you don’t have clothes here.” His eyes lingered on the small dip of her breasts exposed from a loose button on her top.
Their conversation slowed, the words hanging in the air. The silence between them grew heavier, disturbed only by the soft hum from the air conditioner.
Lev’s hand, once idle on his thigh, now crept closer, his fingers brushing against her arm. She didn’t pull away, her skin tingling at the touch. The crackle of electricity was so real, he could almost feel it, like the first sparks of a fire.
The room seemed to shrink, the space between them shrinking to nothing. Their breathing synchronized, the only sound in the stillness. The air vibrated with a thrill, and he cursed under his breath, knowing he was falling hard in the moment.
He tipped her chin up, looking her in the eyes when he said, “I have this urge to do something crazy right now, Zia.”
Her eyes grew big, but she didn’t pull back. He could swear he heard her heartbeat plummeting from her chest.
“What—What’s that?”
If she already suspected what was about to do, she was really good at playing innocent.
He smirked.
“This,” he whispered, and dove right in.
The air between them charged up with tension. He reached out, his hand cradling her face, and pulled her in. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, but the spark between them ignited a flame that he didn’t want to be contained.
