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Adrian had just finished his shower when he noticed Christine hadn't left.

She sat at the table outside his bedroom, a first-aid kit in front of her. Her bare feet rested on the carpet. The warm orange light fell across her profile, her smooth black hair cascading down, hiding her expression.

Hearing him emerge, she stood up and took a cotton swab from the kit. She dipped it in alcohol and walked toward him.

Adrian remained still, his eyes downcast, watching her approach step by step until they stood face to face. Just one step apart, he could hear her nervous breathing.

Christine looked up, meeting his impassive gaze for two seconds before the intensity became too much. Her eyes dropped to his mouth.

"I'll... help you with the wound," she managed to say, then raised her hand. 

Ignoring the tremors running down her spine, she touched the cotton swab to the cut at the corner of his mouth.