Past the pain and shock, Ainsley opened her eyes with difficulty to peer up at the huge guy looming over her.
“No,” she answered in growing irritation. “But I really want to kill you right now. Why are you the one shouting at me?”
Feeling a pang of guilt, Seb knelt on the floor by Ainsley’s side. He answered with forced calmness, “You left your door unlocked… again. Let me see.”
“It hurts,” Ainsley complained as Seb was helping her sit up.
“I know it does,” Seb replied contritely. “Let me see your head for a bit.”
While Seb was reaching for her wrist to take her hand away from her forehead, Ainsley was about to snap “Are you a sadist?” when she felt his hand touch her again.
There was the same warmth and the same slight roughness of the skin, but this time, the pressure Seb exerted w
