Drawn to him

When they got to the hospital, the sun was already setting, and the City hospital building was cast in its golden rays. Lucian had been stretched into a VIP room she had called to be prepared for her very important, special patient.

She ran a few tests on him and was grateful that he would be fine after giving him the right dose for his allergic reaction. His face was no longer red, and his throat looked normal again, unlike when he first ate it and it looked quite swollen. He was now lying on the bed with his head propped up on a pillow, his features soft in sleep.

His lashes were black, thick, and long, and they cast shadows over his high cheekbones. She stood over his sleeping form on the bed, watching him, trying to figure out why she was suddenly feeling the way she was feeling now. She was feeling drawn to him in ways that were questionable knowing they were never even friends before.