Lahat ng Kabanata ng Anything For You: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Freya's eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She felt Dan's warm body pressed against her back, his arm draped over her waist. Their legs were tangled together, skin sticky with dried sweat from the night before. She stretched languidly, savoring the delicious ache in her muscles. "Mmm, morning," she mumbled, voice still husky from sleep.Dan stirred behind her, nuzzling into her neck. "G'morning," he muttered, pulling her closer.Freya chuckled. "Someone's cuddly today." She turned in his arms to face him, taking in his sleepy grin and tousled hair. "Can you blame me?" Dan's eyes roamed appreciatively over her bare form. "I've got a gorgeous woman in my bed.""Flatterer," Fr

Freya let out a surprised gasp that turned into a laugh as he hoisted her over his shoulder, her auburn hair falling in a cascade around her face. The short walk to the bedroom felt like an eternity, her skin tingling wherever it pressed against his muscled shoulder."Such a bratty girl," he murmured, his voice carrying that quiet authority that made her pulse quicken. He set her down with deliberate care, his hands sliding along her sides as he positioned her in front of him. "Bend over. Hold the bedpost."Freya complied, wrapping her fingers around the smooth wood. Her breath came in short pants, anticipation coiling in her belly as Dan's warm palm skimmed down her spine. His touch was feather-light, almost reverent, as he traced the curve of her ass."Look how wet you are already," he observed, two fingers slidin

The emergency room doors whispered open at three PM sharp, ushering in the afternoon parade of minor catastrophes that marked the start of Freya's shift. She flexed her fingers, still warm from her third cup of coffee, and smiled at the first disaster of the day – a five-year-old with the kind of determined expression that usually meant something was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be."So," Freya said, crouching down to eye level with the little girl, whose mother hovered anxiously nearby. "I hear you've got something interesting in your ear?"The child nodded solemnly, her pigtails bouncing. "I wanted to keep my favourite beads safe.""Three of them," her mother added, wringing her hands. "I told her not to..."Freya maintained her calm smile. "Well, that was very c

The fluorescent lights of the ER burned Freya's tired eyes as she finished treating her last patient of the night - a drunk college kid with a sprained ankle who couldn't stop hitting on her. But her mind was elsewhere, floating up to the trauma ward where Dan lay unconscious, his vitals stable but her heart anything but.She pushed through the final hour of her shift like a swimmer fighting against a current. A laceration that needed three stitches. A possible concussion that turned out to be nothing. An elderly woman with chest pain that thankfully wasn't cardiac. Through it all, her thoughts kept drifting upward, to the quiet room where machines beeped out the steady rhythm of Dan's heartbeat.When her relief finally arrived, Freya didn't even bother changing out of her scrubs. She took the stairs two at a time to the trauma ward, her rubber-soled shoes sque

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Dan's sleeping form as Freya adjusted the recliner, careful not to wake him. His face was peaceful now, a stark contrast to the confusion and pain she'd witnessed in the ER. The bruises along his jaw had darkened to purple, mapping out the path of his fall like constellations of hurt.She pulled the soft throw blanket from the back of the sofa, draping it over him with the practiced gentleness of someone used to tending to the vulnerable. Her fingers lingered on his shoulder, monitoring the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Each inhale was a quiet victory, a reminder that despite everything, he was here. Safe. Alive.The weight of what could have happened pressed against her chest like a physical thing. Eight minutes. The seizure had lasted eight minutes, and no one had known to check for his medication. No o