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sympathy pooling in them. Aw, she’s worried about me, genuinely worried. Michael tried to remember the last time someone was authentically concerned for him, because of him, not what he could do for them. He couldn’t remember, and that was sad.
“Really, I’m not a nurse, but I did spend time shadowing an ER doc while I was exploring different career paths. Don’t ask.” She laughed at his obvious shock. “But seriously, are you sure? I can close it with the strips and stuff in the kit, but I would feel a lot better if you had a professional fix it up. Besides, you will need some pain meds, this is going to hurt like a bitch when it warms back up.”
Michael leaned forward and laid his good hand on top of hers, still holding his injured one. Looking in her eyes at that moment was a borderline-religious experience. There was so much emotion swirling in her warm brandy eyes. They’d seemed more melted chocolate earlier, but this close, there was an auburn heat to them. There was also a magnetism about her, she drew him in. But there was pain too, pain and fear. This beauty had been hurt, and deeply at that. The kind of hurt that tears you down from the ground up. Michael recognized that all too familiar look, it was a twin to his.
What kind of weapon could destroy something so beautiful , he wondered? And more importantly, what kind of monster would wield it against such a ravishing soul. He wanted to touch it, her soul that is, having never been so close to someone so genuine; he wanted to imprint it on his own so he would never forget.
To candidly know this exquisite creature before him would be an unparalleled experience, but he was toxic. A broken man like him would destroy an obviously torn-down woman like her. He resigned himself to look, but not pervert. Maybe he could still imprint her on his heart, if not his soul, without ruining her.
“You’ve gone above and beyond Tori, the strips will be fine. Plus, I have some pain medicine left over from a recent injury.” He released her hand to do its job and close his cut while he leaned into the sofa back. “I do want to thank you for all your help, if it’s not too much to ask, it would do me a world of good, and take my mind off the pain, if you tell me the story of you?”
Once his hand was bandaged and wrapped in gauze, she rose and disappeared into the kitchen. Over the faucet, she asked, “Where are these pills of yours?” She returned with a glass of water and her hand went to her hip as he took it from her. As she raised her eyebrows in question, Michael didn’t fail to notice how the placement of her hand caused her coat to ride up her thighs.
“In my shaving kit, which is,” he looked around, “crap, back on the bathhouse porch. Never mind, I’ll be fine. I don’t want you traipsing through the snow naked. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”
“It’s fine, I’ll take the clothes you offered earlier and be right back.” She turned toward his dresser, removed his sweats from the drawer, and slid them on right there. He caught a glimpse of her perfect ass through the one-inch gap the act of dressing created between the waistband of the sweats and the bottom of the jacket. She slipped her feet into the boots by the door and exited the cabin. Before the door closed he protested again, but all he heard as it shut was, “I’m not a wilting violet, I can handle a walk in the snow. And you better be in the bed by the time I get back.”
T rekking back through the snow to the bathhouse afforded Tori ample time and open space to have a firm talk with herself. She didn’t know if everyone engaged in self-lecture, but she found it therapeutic…most of the time.
What the fuck are you thinking, Torionna? You know he’s Richard’s brother, you remember Richard, don’t you? Your boyfriend?
“Technically, I don’t know he is, in fact, his brother. The evidence does support it, but isn’t it all just
“Really, I’m not a nurse, but I did spend time shadowing an ER doc while I was exploring different career paths. Don’t ask.” She laughed at his obvious shock. “But seriously, are you sure? I can close it with the strips and stuff in the kit, but I would feel a lot better if you had a professional fix it up. Besides, you will need some pain meds, this is going to hurt like a bitch when it warms back up.”
Michael leaned forward and laid his good hand on top of hers, still holding his injured one. Looking in her eyes at that moment was a borderline-religious experience. There was so much emotion swirling in her warm brandy eyes. They’d seemed more melted chocolate earlier, but this close, there was an auburn heat to them. There was also a magnetism about her, she drew him in. But there was pain too, pain and fear. This beauty had been hurt, and deeply at that. The kind of hurt that tears you down from the ground up. Michael recognized that all too familiar look, it was a twin to his.
What kind of weapon could destroy something so beautiful , he wondered? And more importantly, what kind of monster would wield it against such a ravishing soul. He wanted to touch it, her soul that is, having never been so close to someone so genuine; he wanted to imprint it on his own so he would never forget.
To candidly know this exquisite creature before him would be an unparalleled experience, but he was toxic. A broken man like him would destroy an obviously torn-down woman like her. He resigned himself to look, but not pervert. Maybe he could still imprint her on his heart, if not his soul, without ruining her.
“You’ve gone above and beyond Tori, the strips will be fine. Plus, I have some pain medicine left over from a recent injury.” He released her hand to do its job and close his cut while he leaned into the sofa back. “I do want to thank you for all your help, if it’s not too much to ask, it would do me a world of good, and take my mind off the pain, if you tell me the story of you?”
Once his hand was bandaged and wrapped in gauze, she rose and disappeared into the kitchen. Over the faucet, she asked, “Where are these pills of yours?” She returned with a glass of water and her hand went to her hip as he took it from her. As she raised her eyebrows in question, Michael didn’t fail to notice how the placement of her hand caused her coat to ride up her thighs.
“In my shaving kit, which is,” he looked around, “crap, back on the bathhouse porch. Never mind, I’ll be fine. I don’t want you traipsing through the snow naked. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”
“It’s fine, I’ll take the clothes you offered earlier and be right back.” She turned toward his dresser, removed his sweats from the drawer, and slid them on right there. He caught a glimpse of her perfect ass through the one-inch gap the act of dressing created between the waistband of the sweats and the bottom of the jacket. She slipped her feet into the boots by the door and exited the cabin. Before the door closed he protested again, but all he heard as it shut was, “I’m not a wilting violet, I can handle a walk in the snow. And you better be in the bed by the time I get back.”
T rekking back through the snow to the bathhouse afforded Tori ample time and open space to have a firm talk with herself. She didn’t know if everyone engaged in self-lecture, but she found it therapeutic…most of the time.
What the fuck are you thinking, Torionna? You know he’s Richard’s brother, you remember Richard, don’t you? Your boyfriend?
“Technically, I don’t know he is, in fact, his brother. The evidence does support it, but isn’t it all just
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