Callahan
I instantly forget how to breathe.
"Don't move."
Fuck. Me.
She squeezes a generous amount of ointment onto her fingers and extends her arm to my side. I grab hold of her wrist before she touches me. "Gentle. Understand? You look like you're going to enjoy this touch for my liking."
"What is the matter, Callahan? Afraid of a little pain?"
"You just told me you were glad I didn't die," I say, loosening my hold but not letting her go, bracing myself because this is definitely going to hurt.
But I owe her this. I glance to the nightstand where the ring box sits. I hiss when she smears the stuff on the too tender skin.
She meets my gaze and holds it as she smears it on a little harder than she needs to.
"Take it easy."
Her smile widens at my discomfort. "Aww. What is it?" She
