She wanted to close the distance and wrap her arms around him. To someone ease his pain. Instead she just looked her fill. The scars were bad but it didn’t deter his beauty in her eyes. He was still a viral man. He unease was fading around him.
Drew’s gaze met hers in the mirror. It was as if he were gaging her reaction to him. Expecting disgust. She wasn’t.
She marched into the bathroom never taking her gaze off of his. She was a nursing—in training— she could be clinical about this.
“Turn to the side and lift your arm.” She ordered, proud of the fact her voice stayed even.
“Do you want me to rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time too?”
“I’m being bossy, aren’t I?”
He held up his thumb and index finger an inch apart. “Just a little,”
The cool façade she’d been aiming for cracked. This man’s humor, it had a way of breaking through her defenses like a wrecking ball to a straw house. “Would you please turn and lift your arm?”
“Better.” He smirked doing as she said.
Shay did her upmost to focus on the task at hand. She really did, but she was right in front of such raw masculinity it was hard to stay focused. The man’s body was cut to perfection. Like molded from clay.
From the hard planes of his pectorals down to his muscular abs. She’d only seen abs like this in magazines or the covers of naughty novels she snuck sometimes, but never in the flesh. She was surrounded by politicians and medical students not body builders.
“Shay?”
Shay looked up to see Drew looking at her expectantly. What? Oh yeah, she was supposed to be taking care of his wound. She was just standing here with peroxide and bandages staring at his chest like she’d never seen one before.
In her defense she’d never seen one like his. Even her ex-boyfriend didn’t have a hint of an ab. He was just rail thin like he’d been starved most of his life. Not like Drew. He must spend hours working out to hone this physique.
She had to look away from his penetrating gaze. A girl could get lost in those stormy eyes and never want to be found.
Shay splashed peroxide on the bandage and applied it gingerly to his side. He gave a slight jerk but otherwise didn’t move as she cleaned the wound.
“I know I haven’t seemed very grateful for all you done. You’ve saved my life.”
“Twice,”
He wasn’t going to let her forget that anytime soon. It was alright. It was nice having someone at her back. No one ever did besides her mother.
Sure, she’d had bodyguards, but they were paid to watch her back. Drew wasn’t. There was a reason he’d come back for her at the police station, but she was starting to believe it wasn’t to harm her. “I am grateful. so thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” His deep methodical voice washed over her like warm honey.
“How many people do you work with?” She asked curious to learn more about him.
“Why?” His tone wasn’t exactly hostile but it wasn’t friendly either. It was as if he thought she could use that knowledge against him.
“You want me to trust you.” She pointed out. “I want to get to know you.”
“And knowing how many people are work with will earn your trust?”
“Answers will get me to trust you.”
“Fair enough, but how about a trade.”
That sounded dangerous. “A trade?”
“A question for a question.”
That didn’t seem so terrible. “Alright, but you go first. I already asked my question.”
