Bringing her touch to the buttons that kept his shirt closed, Juliette came upon the wound that was concealed beneath his dark colored dress shirt. When noticing the wound, she noted how there was an entrance and an exit wound; meaning all she would have to do was sew him up. Moving to collect the sewing kit from a nearby drawer, she was pulled back by the arm that was not affected by the bullet.
“I am not letting you go…” He spoke against her ear lobe and crossed to her jawline before descending down her neck and onto her open chest.
“If that wound doesn’t get attended to…”
“I can manage with one hand…” He lowered his voice while pushing her against the vanity with the use of his own weight pressing her between him and the desk behind her. “I really only need my fingers.” She let out
