52. Feverish tension

[Zeve’s POV]

“How childish!” He scoffed.

“You have a better idea?” I raised my brows, giving him a dominance smile.

He rolled his eyes, then peered into my eyes. “One. Two. Three…” He started counting my eyelashes.

Controlling my smile, I grabbed the opportunity and carefully applied the ointment over his wounds while he counted my eyelashes.

I dropped my eyelids to attend to his wounds on his abdomen. It was an odd atmosphere around us with his face so close to mine. But I was happy it worked. He was clearly enduring most of the pain, but he was doing it while being distracted this time.

A strand of my hair slid over my eyes. He left my arm. His fingers grazed my cheeks as he tucked my free strand behind my ear.

“Thirty-six… thirty-seven…” he leaned closer to me and I did my best to not react to his husky whispers. I glanced at his lips. He had some blood smeared at the corner of his lips.

I bit my lower lips. I had been breathing slowly to stop my breaths from colliding with