“And now, Dr Woodville?” he asked quietly.
“Ehm… plaster. In the drawer, to the left.”
Nate took a plaster out of the drawer. There was no more blood leaking from the wound, but Alex’s fingers were cold and wet. Slowly, he lifted her hand to his mouth again, while keeping her spellbound with his eyes. He touched her fingers to his lips and kissed them one by one, giving special care to the injured one. Alex trembled but didn’t pull her hand away. Holding her breath, she watched him lifting the bottom of his top, and softly drying her fingers with it. She was about to swoon as Nathaniel’s sexy, muscular stomach, covered in fine hair, flashed from under his top. Nate was a professional sportsman, and due to his continuous, vigorous workout, his body was fit, ready to appear on fitness maga
