***EVELINE***

He raises my shirt and I tense up.

We are dangerously close and despite the pain I am feeling, I am completely aware of how close he is and how he is touching me.

He runs a finger so slowly around my wound and I close my eyes, anticipating to feel pain but feel none. I open my eyes and I find him looking at me, his eyes darker than they usually are.

"I am not going to hurt you, I would never," he whispers and I swallow hard.

We are in a hypnotic state as we lock eyes and I see his eyes follow my tongue as I lick my dry lips. When he look at my eyes again, I swear I can see the golden fires inside the obsidian eyes.

"I should clean this up, to speed up the healing," he suggest ever so quietly and slowly and yet he doesn't make a move to stop looking at me nor remove his finger where it is now touching my underside of my boobs.

If I arch my back, he can be closely dangerous to touching it.