Page 10 of Luckiest Love
True to his word, he didn’t flinch or say a single protest.
When she finished his arm, she wrapped it in some clean bandages and then she turned to his abdomen.
She didn’t have an issue with his arm, but being this close to his sexy body, she could smell his cologne and it was deep and spicy.
He smelled good and with the heat from his body blanketing her, she had to hold back a shiver.
Had to fight not to show he affected her.
This guy wasn’t a guy to be messed with. He wasn’t kind and she knew that.
She sprayed the antiseptic on his abdomen and it clenched a little and she looked up at him, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
He slowly shook his head, “I have had worse than this.”
She just nodded, “Okay. I just don’t want to cause you more pain.”
He sat back a tiny bit, “You are something else. What is your name?”
“Honor Myers.”
She smiled at him and his eyes traced over her face and he blinked, “Honor,” he shook his head, “What an absolute irony.”
Her eyebrows lifted, “Um? Okay?”
He chuckled softly and her eyes widened, the slight smile on his face making him that much more handsome.
He had black hair, dark brown eyes, his jaw was square and he had a tiny dimple in his chin.
She fought the urge to poke that dimple more than once.
She looked into his eyes, “What’s your name?”
He looked down at her hand on his stomach and then back up to her face.
“Gage O’Brien.”
She smiled and held out her hand to him and then laughed when she saw the blood on it, “Sorry about that. It is your blood though.”
He looked down at her hand and then very slowly grabbed hold of her hand and shook it.
When she touched his skin again, she got the same tingles up her arm as she had when she sewed him up.
He pulled his hand back and she cleared her throat and threaded a different needle.
She made sure it was also clean and then she had Gage lay back a little and she sewed his other injury up.
It was longer than the one on his arm and she hated that he could have been in pain.
He didn’t make a noise when she sewed him and she looked up at him and he was sweating and that was the only indication that he even noticed she was sewing him up.
She looked back at his stomach and saw all his tattoos, she broke the silence.
“Where did you get all your tattoos?”
He let out a soft breath, “An associate of mine does them.”
“An associate? Not even a friend?”
