I stared at Kane's outstretched hand, conflicted. His sudden gallantry was jarring compared to his usual playboy demeanor.
"I'd rather walk," I said coldly, adjusting my hospital bag on my shoulder.
Kane arched an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "In your condition? Be reasonable, Aurora."
I took a step back. "I've learned not to accept favors from you."
"Favors?" His laugh was low and amused. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
My heart skipped a beat as heat rushed to my face. "That was a mistake. One I don't intend to repeat."
Kane's eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that seemed to caress my skin. "If it was such a terrible mistake, Aurora, why do I see the hunger in your eyes every time we're alone? Your body remembers what your pride wants to forget."
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