"You do realize my hands are my bread and butter, right?" Cai teased, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "If you keep squeezing like that, I won't be able to do surgery for quite a while."
Lily's eyes darted to their joined hands, her face heating with embarrassment. Her fingers had turned into a vice grip without her even realizing it. She exhaled a shaky breath, silently commanding herself to loosen her hold. Relax, Lily. Relax. Stop crushing the poor guy's hand.
Easier said than done.
Her brain issued the orders, but her hands outright refused to cooperate. She could feel the warmth of his skin against hers, the reassuring steadiness of his presence, but that only seemed to make her more aware of her spiraling nerves.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just… really nervous."
