ELENA DUVAL
Immediately I got my hands working. I opened the first aid box and started disinfecting the wound and slowly dressing it.
I looked up at him once I had successfully bandaged the wounded area and had trashed the tissues but I remained trapped between his legs.
I took out a cotton wool ball, leaning forward, and slowly my hand reached for the small cut a few inches from his black thick brow. I took a deep breath, ignoring the heat of his stare that had never for once blinked away.
I inhaled again, my breath becoming ragged with each inhale. The air itself was him and our closeness was not doing me any good. I gasped lightly as a spark rocked through me as I lifted my hand to his neck. It was wild, sending aftershocks through my body. My eyes lifted to meet his. The black of h
