"Is this far enough?"That voice—low, cold—snapped me out of it.My face went nuclear. I wanted to grab a scalpel and just end it.I'd just zoned out—in front of a patient.Snapped a smile into place. "Sir, I was silently praying I'd nail this bandage. We take your care real serious here."Total BS, but whatever. That's part of the job.Took a breath. Reset.The second I picked up the cotton swab, muscle memory kicked in.Even when his warm, masculine scent brushed my cheek, I locked in—tuned everything else out.Five minutes.That's all it took for a clean, flawless wrap.As I bit the gauze to tear it, I swore I heard him sigh—soft, almost... disappointed?I glanced up, startled—and met those same cold, unreadable eyes."Don't use that technique on anyone else," Lysandro said, narrowing his gaze."What?" I blinked.He shifted slightly. "Nothing. It's unprofessional."Mentally flipped him off.If his guys hadn't taken my scissors, I wouldn't have had to use my teeth.
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