GINA
I inhaled and exhaled. My heart is racing. I didn't know how to tame down the heat that I was feeling. I was even finding it more hard to phantom why he was being ridiculously sweet. On a normal day, I knew Thomas couldn't care less if I broke a toe. Would he? Now in this present moment, with the both of us in his tent with me half naked, and him tending to my wounds, I didn't know what to think anymore. I caught myself leaning a bit into his hands. I wanted him to do more than just rub the wool over my wounds, perhaps I was delusional, perhaps I was over the top and giving meaning to something that didn't even exist. But he wanted his lips replacing the imprint of his fingers. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to touch me and look at me with something entirely different from lu
