{Enzo POV}
Her gaze lingered on mine for a moment before she looked away. I looked down at the table and gathered the wool now dabbed in blood, dropping them into the bin beside me.
My mind drifted back to the moment I applied the first aid on her back, the smoothness of her skin, the way it reacted to every touch. She was trembling, but still trying to stay quiet. Each time she flinched, my hand slowed on its own, like I was scared of hurting her more. I’d never done that before.
It was strange. The way she made me feel.
I wiped my hands clean, trying to clear my thoughts, but her image wouldn’t leave my head, the curve of her neck, her shallow breathing, the way she bit her lip trying not to make a sound.
“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice small but steady. “For helping me get
