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I continue with his face, thoroughly cleaning each wound. The two stitches in his eyebrow I do quickly and efficiently. He doesn't even wince, in fact, Killian stiffens beneath me, growing into his pants. I suppress a giggle. He raises an eyebrow at me, the one that didn't need stitches, questioning and amused at my laughter. "What's so funny?" "That Demyan gave you the equivalent of Russian Viagra." "He's out of his mind, I don't understand why he gave me those pills." "He thinks you're gay, Killian." A hoarse, almost air-only laugh escapes him, making me laugh too. "If he knew only you made me hard, he'd have a heart attack, Katyonak." I smile and lean in, hiding my face in his neck. I bury my nose under his jaw and breathe in his scent. So good. So damn good. He drapes his