[Warning: The chapter contains mature content. Proceed with caution.]
"For some reason, I'm only just realizing this now… Lucian, you're absolutely my type."
Silence fell between them as they held each other's gaze.
The lines on Lucian's face deepened as he studied the realization in her eyes. But instead of feeling anything else, he frowned.
"Are you saying that to test me?" he asked with a shallow breath, pressing the last strip of tape over her bandage. "Just because I can't touch you right now because of this…"
"Touch me."
His furrowed brows tightened as he met her gaze again. "Do you think I won't?"
If he didn't care about her at all, he would.
To him, this felt like a test. The doctor had been strict — let her rest, don't tire her out. Even though it hadn't been said directly, Lucian understood that it included their bedroom activities. She might act like herself, but her wound was still fresh. He couldn't reopen it just because he couldn't control himself.
