As Derek was too engrossed in checking my ankle, I tried to change my posture, but as soon as I moved, his head snapped up and he looked at me gloomily.
“Don’t move.” He ordered and then pressed my ankle at the same place where it was bruised and I couldn’t help but frown deeply in pain.
My eyes shut in pain and I gritted my teeth too harshly to not cry out.
Is he inspecting the wound or making it worse?
Moron !!
His movement stopped and finally, I opened my eyes with slight wetness hanging at the corner of my eyes.
He might have noticed it because his eyes narrowed for a fraction and then they flickered with something deep.
Before I could catch it, he pulled me in his arms recklessly.
“What are you doing?” I gaped in horror as his hard muscles hit my soft body.
“This…” He looked down at me with a meaningful look and then the next second his mouth was on me.
So warm, so skilled.