“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not duct taping your leg. I’ll do the stitches if you can bite down on something,” she says, looking around the kitchen.
“I don’t need to bite down. My adrenaline is so high I can’t feel anything anymore.”
She giggles. “Lucky you. Then I'd better work fast,” she says, gathering the thread and curved needle.
My heart races, anxious as I watch her. But she’s brilliant.
“The first time I did this, I was fifteen,” she says as she stitches me up. “My brother came home with a massive cut over his eye. I had to work out what I was doing as I went. After that, I started taking classes and learned a lot more. Through experience and lessons.”
“So, I should thank your brother?” I chuckle.
She shrugs, looking up at me. Her eyes pierce into mine, and for a moment, everything else disappears. Hazel.
Little golden flecks that float in a pool of green and caramel.
She looks away, and I clear my throat, realizing my cock is stirring into action.
Now would be a really awkward time to get a hard-on.
“Almost done?” I ask abruptly.
“Almost. Just tying off the last stitch, then I’ll put a bandage over it.”
“I’m really tired,” I insist. “Need to lie down or something.”
“Just wait, dammit. I said I was almost done. I can’t let you leave half sorted out.”
I know other ways you can sort me out. Or make my pain disappear.
“At least my brother sat still when I had to stitch him up. It’s like you’ve got ants in your pants with the way you’re shifting around,” she mutters.
“What’s the deal with your brother and Artur?” I ask, looking for a distraction.
“Artur screwed my brother over. He did him wrong somehow. They had a massive falling out, and I think Artur is bitter about it. I don’t know what happened. But I know Artur messed up somehow.”
I nod, watching her. The scent of her hair is teasing me now as she moves a little closer and has me lift my leg so she can wrap it in a clean bandage. Her hands skim over my skin and heat streaks through me.
“I’d like to see you doing this in a nurse's outfit,” I chuckle, doing what I always do to ease tension. Flirting.
“Mm,” she says, not looking at me.
“You’d look damn good in one. I reckon you’d look good in anything. You have that kind of body,” I say.
She glances at me with her nose scrunched as though I’ve said something that doesn’t make sense.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“What kind of body is that?” she asks, also confused.
“A beautiful one. You’re gorgeous. Fuck, you’re really sexy, don’t tell me you don’t know it,” I laugh.
Her cheeks flush bright red, like rose petals, and she can’t look at me. But her lips part as she takes a soft breath, and I watch her chest lift in slow motion. When her hand brushes over my leg this time, it’s even softer than before.
Maria’s breathing has changed. Her body language has shifted. She’s more aware of me now, and I of her.
“Um, that should do it,” she says quickly, tucking the end of the bandage into itself. “Take some painkillers. We can change the bandage in the morning.” She steps away from me, biting her lip.
My cock is stirring again.
