Ava’s Point of View
I continue to carefully stitch up Damon side. Every now and then he groans, or hisses and I apologize softly.
I try to focus on keeping my hand steady because I am way to aware of his eyes on me, of the heat of his skin under my fingers, of the way his muscles tense, and the way his smell wraps around me.
I swallow hard as heat pools in my stomach and my thighs clench on their own.
I hope he doesn't notice, but the way he tenses under my touch and his breath catches slightly tells me that he definitely noticed.
Of course he did. Because I haven’t humiliated myself enough in front of him.
I think to myself. I feel my cheeks heat up a little and I don't dare looking up at him.
"You sure are taking your time there, Doc."
He murmurs and the words make me snap up
