Emma's pov
I swallow hard as I clean near the edge of his underwear. We talk for several minutes while I take care of Matthew's wounds. His body is warm, very warm. Our eyes meet a few times, and I feel the urge to kiss him more than I'd like to admit.
"Does it still hurt?" I ask as I apply a healing ointment to the minor cuts on Matthew's face; our faces are close, I can feel Matthew's heavy breathing near my hand.
Matthew's forehead furrows at times when the ointment is applied. "No, it doesn't hurt, Emma," Matthew replies with a hoarse voice. His hand comes to my face and pushes the strand of my hair behind my ear; his touch on my face, the brushing of his fingers, sends shivers down my spine.
A few minutes later, Beta Liam appears with a healing potion for Matthew, who starts prote
