Chapter 13

Zephyr remained calm. He looked up at her and asked in concern, "Did it hurt? Was I too rough?" Yvette quickly realized that she had overreacted and shook her head. Seeing that she didn't seem to be in pain, but rather looking startled, Zephyr reflected on his earlier words as he pulled her arm back toward him to continue his work. Now that she knew the truth, Yvette held her breath and couldn't help glancing at him, observing him covertly. His eyelashes were long and slightly curled—Yvette was envious. His fingers, long and slim, looked great for painting. His hair was lush and thick, unlike some other medical students she knew… Yvette's mind raced as she stared at Zephyr, entranced. When he finished bandaging and looked up, he caught her staring intently at him, her eyes filled with curiosity. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "What's wrong?" "Thanks, doctor—Zephyr." She switched her form of address just in time, though neither seemed quite appropriate. Still, she ende