Danilo’s POV
Once we manage to get me on my side, sweat is pouring from my forehead, and I feel lightheaded. The blonde picks up the needle once more and leans over me before hesitating. Straightening again, she hurries over to the rickety chair by the far wall, pulling it back over to me and sits down.
‘I’ll try to be gentle’ she murmurs worriedly, my ear pinched gently between her thumb and forefinger as she holds the needle to the tear.
‘Just get on with it’ I growl, ‘I’m not a p***y, you don’t have to coddle me like some damn child.’
I feel her tense beside me for a second before the needle plunges into the thin layer of skin.
I force myself not to react, it’s just another day in my life, it’s not like I haven’t had to stitch myself up before after all.
The intriguing woman works
