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With a deep breath, I open my mouth to ask as Levi looks around for the clips to secure the gauze. His entire palm presses the end of the gauze to the inside of my thigh, holding firmly as he reaches for them. His thumb brushes the inside of my thigh, sending goosebumps down my flesh. Heat pools low in my core. If only he would reach just a little higher…

The pressure against my thigh disappears as he fiddles with the clips, and then it’s over. He’s done.

I stare, dumbfounded, as he takes a step back and puts the kit away, barely looking at me.

My tears come back, but this time they’re born out of frustration and embarrassment, not of pain. All he did was clean my wound, and here I am getting wet at the touch of his fingers against my skin.

What is wrong with me?

The knot in my throat builds and I hop off the counter, putting my back to Levi. “Thanks for that. I’ll see you at the facility this afternoon,” I say, forcing cheer into my voice.

I ignore the concerned way he says my name and hightail it out of the kitchen.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Levi

“Hazel?” I ask, turning around to find her gone. Shit. My fingers close into fists, and I slam the cabinet closed with a little too much force.

What was I thinking, touching her like that?

Sure, the scratch needed attention, but I didn’t have to knead her soft skin and caress her knee. I didn’t have to pick her up, feeling the perfect build of her thighs with my hands, and I definitely didn’t need to step between her legs, so close that I could smell the soap on her skin from her shower.

My fingers run through my hair, and I tug at the roots. Fuck. What if I made her feel uncomfortable?

The urge to run after her and lay it all on the line is so strong, but I bite my tongue and force myself to step away and think about this objectively.

If I tell her that I want her, that all I’ve been thinking about is her body under mine, she’ll think I’m nuts. She’ll think I offered her this deal to get her to sleep with me, and I can’t have her backing out now. There’s too much on the line.

“Fuck,” I mutter, sneaking outside and pacing the length of my patio.

My phone pings with a text and I open it, grateful for the distraction.

Rowan

I got us a campsite. Middle of July, one full weekend. Who’s in?

Ezra