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Awkwardly clearing my throat, I release her face and squat down to locate a small butterfly bandage.

“I believe it did work.” Once I locate the specific one I’ve been searching for, I handle placing it on her cheek before stretching down to close the drawer.

“Not to sound spoiled, but do you plan to do the ones on my ankle too?” She laughs, running her fingers over my cheek as I look up at her from my bent position. “They probably need new bandages. I’m not asking you to lick my legs.”

I nod. “I’ll handle those as well.”

The cabinet has a large first aid kit, and I collect that to assess her other wounds.

I open the kit, look for the items I’ll need, and refocus on her after collecting them.

My heart races as my hand wraps around her calf. I tease my thumb over her skin, and my teeth ache, urging me to plunge them into her soft flesh.

Her blondish-brown hair falls around her face as her eyes sparkle.

She stretches forward, grabbing a handful of my shirt. “Are you single?”

“What?”

“Do you have any romantic partners I need to know about?” Her eyes narrow as her head tilts. “I wasn’t fond of seeing another omega in your home.”

“I wasn’t fond of having her here,” I deadpan, shaking out of her grip to grab the shears.

Tanner tied the bandages like he has no prior first aid training. I’ll need to ask Ramirez to give him a refresher course if he plans to stick around. I remove the old wrapping and quickly clean the wound.

“You never answered my question,” Laken says with a huff. “Are you single?”

I frown, carefully dabbing the cream over the healing cut on her ankle.

Why is she asking me about my personal life? I’m attempting to focus on taking care of her injuries.

She moves swiftly, stretching a hand over and pinching my nipple.

“Hey,” I growl, my eyes flying up to hers.

“It’s a simple yes or no question.”

“I have no romantic partners.”

“Fuck buddies?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “Friends you occasionally fall into bed with?”

I scoff. “No.”

“Liar,” she huffs.

I release her ankle and stand to my full height, looming over her, even as she sits on top of the counter.

My palms land next to her hips.

“I have no reason to lie,” I say, and my mouth feels dangerously close to hers.

“Why did you run away from me this morning?” Her pupils are huge as she licks her pink lips.

“Excuse me?” I ask absently as I stare at her plush mouth.

“You ran away. I’d like to know why.”

“Was Tanner not up to your standards?” I counter. “I thought you liked him. You seemed comfortable?—”

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