Chapter 28

Aisha's POV His words echoed in my mind. "If you lay with me, I'll recover faster." I told myself it was just for the sake of the patient. That was all. Nothing more. But then why was my heart pounding like a war drum? I hesitated, my fingers gripping the sheets as I slowly lay beside him, careful not to jostle his wound. But before I could even settle, his arm wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him. I gasped, my body stiffening. "Simon—" "Shh." His voice was low, coaxing, brushing against my skin like the whisper of a storm. "Just for a moment." His warmth enveloped me, his scent, dark pine and musk clouding my senses. My resolve wavered. This was dangerous. I should push him away. I shouldn't want this. But when his lips brushed mine, tentative at first, testing. I didn't move. And when he pressed deeper, his hands tracing gentle patterns along my back, my body melted into him. A soft sigh escaped me, and Simon growled in approval. His grip on me tightened, his kisses turnin