Galen was overwhelmed by her warmth. It traveled into every nerve in his body. Exhilarating him in ways he had never experienced before. He found himself wanting to hold her closer, wanting to touch her more. But he stopped himself, unsure of how exactly to proceed at this moment. His heart was racing, and other parts of him were waking up.
Bell pulled away from him, leaving a cold like no other. He looked up at her with a pained expression, and she felt a warm squeeze in her heart. She smiled mischievously at him.
He didn’t know when it had happened, but that smile was like precious artwork to him. Something he cherished, that he wanted to keep safe and preserve at all costs.
“I have to get to the hospital for my rounds,” she said softly.
“Ok,” was all he could manage to say. Bell giggled at his slow response.
They sat up together, and just before moving to stand, Bell turned back to him as though she just remembered something.
