Ivan's Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, staring down at her. Arabella’s eyes were wide. Beautiful. But something about the way she stared and the way her finger traced his skin made him uneasy. His heart raised fast. ‘What’s going through her mind? Why is she staring at me like that?’ Arabella moved. Ivan's breath caught. The towel wrapped around his waist had loosened. Panicked, he pushed her back gently, slammed the door shut before her. His towel fell right then. “Pew…that was close.” He let out a sigh of relief. Outside the door, Arabella had snapped back to her senses, but instead of feeling shy or embarrassed, she was surprised. She found her finger on her lips, ‘He didn't even try to kiss me?’ ‘is he that much of a gentleman, or…?’ She shook her head. “Focus Arabella, he’s a patient.” She mouthed. She knocked the door again, her voice following gently. “Ivan, are you alright?” She tried to keep her voice steady like nothing just happened. Because…nothing
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