The one that slips past his control.
The one that makes my chest tighten for no good reason.
Jase
She’s close.
Closer than she needs to be.
And I’m very aware of it.
Of her hands.
Of her focus.
Of the way her brow furrows just slightly when she’s concentrating.
Of the fact that I should be thinking about literally anything else right now.
I’m not.
“Hold still,” she says.
“I am.”
“You’re not.”
“I am.”
She presses harder.
Pain flares sharp and bright—
“Okay,” I grit out. “I wasn’t.”
Her mouth twitches.
Yeah.
She enjoyed that.
She finishes the bandage, fingers brushing my skin one last time before pulling back.
And the second she does—
The air shifts.
Again.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Too—
Something.
She doesn’t move away completely.
