Damien gulped. He raised both his hands up in defeat, signaling to her that he would do as she asked. But as he tried to get off the side of the tub, he could not balance himself.
As he was about to fall, Safira caught him in the nick of time.
Neither of them said a word as they walked back to bed together. Once Damien laid back down. Safira leaned in close to him. She placed a pointed finger on his chest while looking him straight in the eyes.
"Don't you dare move," she warned, before hurrying off to prepare supplies.
Damien's heart was pounding in his chest. He had hardly ever seen this side of his mate. It stirred something in him, a newfound love for his Sunshine. He watched in silence as she rushed around the room to prepare the needed supplies.
When she finally had everything ready, she pulled up a chair and sat down. Rolling up her sleeves, she got to work cleaning his wound.
Damien winced when she poured alcohol over his wound to disinfect it.
