"No, you're overthinking it," Orelia said calmly, shaking her head as she opened a pack of sterilized cotton swabs. She leaned closer to his neck. "Don't move; I need to disinfect the wound."
Kyle grunted in acknowledgment. The cold antiseptic stung as it touched his skin. Orelia gently blew on the area to help the solution dry faster.
Kyle's gaze never left her. As she twisted the cap back onto the antiseptic bottle, he suddenly asked, "Orelia."
Without thinking, his hand rested lightly on her waist as he leaned in closer, his eyes filled with a soft intensity. "What perfume are you wearing?"
Orelia swatted his hand away. "It's not perfume; it's my shampoo."
Once the disinfectant had dried, she carefully unwrapped a bandage and applied it to the wound. "All done."
After cleaning up,
