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He exhaled through his nose and faced her.“How’re your feet?”
Tingly.Painful.But she didn’t tell him that.“Fine.”
“We need to patch up your head.”
As if they had a mind of their own, her fingers brushed the wound.“It’s okay.”
“You’re bleeding.”
Sure enough, blood dotted her fingertips.Not a lot, but enough that if she didn’t bandage the wound, blood would probably get everywhere.
He opened the cabinet beneath the sink and pulled out a red case.“Sit.”
She wrinkled her nose and lowered her butt to the toilet seat.“Are you always so bossy?”
“Only to people who don’t fucking listen.”
If she’d had her wits about her, she’d have replied with something sassy, but she couldn’t think with the rippled surface of his abs so close.
Only masculine muscle filled her vision, bringing the woozy feeling right back to her head.But this time, her sex twitched with interest.His long fingers expertly rifled through the contents of the first aid kit.
And all she wanted was for those fingers to work just as expertly over her body.
For god’s sake.She was in trouble.
CHAPTER 10
Ghost fought theurge to berate Mila for escaping again.The shitty reality was that he was the one she’d run from.
She stared at the towel around his waist as if she were afraid the damn thing would jump off and his cock would lunge out.Slowly, her eyes moved over his chest and met his gaze.
He’d snapped at her.And the wounded glimmer in her eyes reminded him of other blue eyes from long ago.Younger ones.Those of an innocent he hadn’t protected well enough.
Shoving the memory from his head before it could fully form, he set the first aid kit on the counter and motioned for her to tip her head down.“Let me get a look at that.”
She obeyed, and her hair fell in a long, wet curtain over her face.He bunched the strands into his fist, hating how silky they were, and slung them gently over her opposite shoulder.Droplets glistened on her ivory skin, so smooth and blemish free he wanted to taste her.
She’d been honest about her name.Mila.Christ, the name was almost as pretty as her.
“This is gonna sting.”He sprayed the antiseptic liquid on the wound at her hairline.
She tensed and hissed.
“Sorry,” he grunted.The solution bubbled, cleaning the cut.After soaking the wound once more, he placed a bandage over her forehead, careful not to get her hair in the adhesive.“There.All better.”
She lifted her head and brushed the spot with her fingertips.“Thank you.”Her voice was soft.She seemed to be in awe.
“Don’t mention it.”He tossed everything back in the kit and stowed it in the cupboard.“Come on.Bedtime.”He paused at the door, waiting for her to approach.
She stood, her legs wobbly and her arms tight around her towel.His gaze roamed down her legs.Fuck, the towel barely covered her.If she turned around and bent over—
Christ.
When she got close, he breezed into the bedroom.“I’ve got some clothes you can wear for tonight.”He yanked open one of his drawers and found an old T-shirt and sweats.He tossed them on the bed before grabbing his own clothes to wear.
Gingerly, she picked up the clothing.Her gaze sought his.“Thanks.”
He gave one nod and gestured to the bathroom.No way he was leaving her in the bedroom to change and risking her darting again.
