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All afternoon she moves from person to person. Helping with bigger wounds which could easily have freaked a grown man out, but handling it with grace and ease, and then also doing small compassionate things, too, like fetching a glass of water or making a cup of tea for the men helping.

Around midday she disappears again, and I find myself looking for her. Even though we haven't interacted much today because both of us have been busy helping everyone, I do like to have my eyes on her.

When she comes back, I wander over to her.

“How are you, sweetheart?”

She tilts her head towards me with her brows knotted. “I’m alright. I just ordered lunch for everyone. I went with something simple, burgers and fries. They should arrive in the next thirty minutes.”

I can’t get over how thoughtful she is. I have been helping everyone, but I didn’t even think about food. I guess I have been helping and very lost in thought over her.

I step close to her and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against my body.

“Thank you,” I say quietly, leaning close to her face.

A soft smile crosses her lips. “It’s not a problem. I just want to help where I can.”

“You have been amazing. Honestly, I—uh—I’m kind of taken by surprise.” I chuckle.

“Why would my being helpful take you by surprise?” She doesn’t look impressed with that comment.

“I guess—I didn’t mean—I just—"

“You didn’t know I could get my hands dirty with everyone else?” she chuckles this time, noticing my awkwardness.

I nod, grinning down at her.

“Well, I’m going to get back to it.”

“Don’t you need a break?”

“Not until everyone is comfortable.”

She is already walking away from me, and I can do nothing but shake my head after her.

Her compassionate and caring nature has turned me on, and now is not the right time to be turned on.

I grab a fresh first-aid kit and head back into the warehouse. What is it about this girl that drives me so crazy?

And every time I think we are about to share an intimate moment, something seems to happen, and it cuts us off. I want her so badly. I want to know what it is like to feel her naked body against mine.

Shit.

I clear my throat loudly, realizing that my body is starting to react to my thoughts, and now really, definitely, is not the right time.

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When the lunch order arrives, Darya goes around handing out burgers and insisting that everyone takes a break, but doesn’t take a one herself, going from person to person to see if they are alright.

She has the most beautiful heart.

“Here you go,” she says, handing me a takeaway burger and fries.

“Not right now, thanks,” I say, feeling ridiculously hungry, but not able to let myself take a break if she isn’t as well.

“You have to eat, Stef,” she says sternly.

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