Ella's hand moved to the edge of his wound. After the surgery, it had healed quite well. Eric had mentioned that it was starting to itch, a sign it wouldn't be long before it was fully recovered.
Remembering that night, her expression grew more serious as her hand slowly moved downward.
Eric's usual fierceness faded as he looked at Ella's flawless face. The seductive, gentle look she gave him as she lowered her head stirred something deep within him.
His blood rushed, desire building up. He grabbed Ella's small hand...
Startled, Ella lifted her wide, soft eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I want to…"
"No way! Your wound—if you move, it'll tear!"
"That's easy to fix… we'll just change positions!"
Eric's breathing became heavier as he cupped Ella's face and kissed her.
