“You’re bleeding!”
I was startled and quickly looked down at my bare thigh.
A thin red line marred the pale skin where the delicate flesh had split open. A bead of blood slowly welled up in a vivid color that contrasted against my fair complexion.
"Oh," I breathed, surprised. "That's an old wound that I thought had healed. I didn't notice it had opened up again!"
I leaned forward instinctively, my loose locks of hair tumbling over my shoulders and framing my face like a curtain.
The scent of my shampoo intensified, mingling with the car's leather interior and his masculine cologne.
It was an intoxicating combination that made my head swim slightly.
I was about to reach down and touch the wound when his large hand shot out, firmly but gently grabbing my wrist to stop me.
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