Adam Jones didn't argue, just watched her busily at work on his forehead with a smile in his eyes. Her body was very close to his, a faint scent wafting from her that left Adam feeling parched and his tongue tied.
Noticing his physical reaction, Adam cleared his throat to cover it up with a couple of light coughs. Then, a hoarse voice followed, carrying a few notes of complaint that didn't quite match his cool demeanor.
"I told you I needed your help when I took a shower, and you refused," he said.
His deep gaze, with a hint of subtle gleam, lingered on Elly Campbell's face, making his words seem all the more justified.
Elly glanced up at him. If not for the fact that he really did have a fever, she would have truly considered stitching his mouth shut as well.
"Alright, don't let the wound get infected again," she said.
After rebandaging him, Elly poured him a glass of water. "Take this fever reducer first," she instructed.
