âDid the doctor mention the importance of a patientâs mood?â Mitchel asked.
Raegan nodded.
It was common knowledge that maintaining a positive mood was vital for recovery.
âAnd that includes both physical and mental relaxation, right?â
Mitchelâs emphasis on âbody and mindâ caused warmth to spread across Raeganâs cheeks.
âNow, Iâm neither physically nor mentally at ease, which makes it difficult for me to be cheerful.
What do you suggest we do about that?â Mitchel raised an eyebrow.
Still in a daze, Raegan found herself asking, âWhat do you suggest?â
Mitchel drew nearer, his breath warming her earlobe with a blend of allure and laziness.
âHelp me out, will you?â
In the artificial light, his gaze, fixed on her lips, was intense and captivating.
Despite the closed curtains, Raegan was acutely aware of the daylight outside.
Engaging in such activities during the daytime, especially not in the comfort of their own home, felt somewhat indulgent.
But then again, his ki*s had helped her reach her climax.
Ignoring his needs seemed too callous.
With her cheeks flushing, Raegan slowly began to slide herself downwards, only to be abruptly pulled back up by Mitchelâs firm hand.
His voice was husky.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â
Her cheeks deepened to a darker shade of pink.
âI thought I was helping you.
.
â
Mitchel chuckled, gently squeezing her hand.
âI didnât intend for you to resort to your mouthâ¦â
Raegan froze, bewildered.
Wasnât that what he wanted after all? Then why had he been staring so intensely at her mouth?
Seeing her puzzled expression, Mitchel couldnât resist chuckling again.
âItâs been days since Iâve had a proper bath.
I donât feel quite clean.
â
So, Mitchel was critiquing himself.
For someone who valued cleanliness, Raeganâs daily spot cleaning for him just didnât suffice.
Feeling dissatisfied with her caregiving being belittled, Raegan softly countered, âIâve been diligently attending to it every day.
Itâs not as unclean as you make it out to be.
â
Mitchel was left speechless.
Almost bursting into laughter, Mitchel teasingly pinched her lips.
âIâm trying to give you a break, and yet here you are, insisting on helping?â
His eyes gleamed mischievously, brimming with desire, dangerously enticing.
âMaybe I should take you up on that offer?â
Raegan swallowed nervously, her throat suddenly parched.
Mitchel seemed like a favored creation of the heavens, exceptionally skilled and superior in every aspect.
Noâ¦
She obediently placed her hand in his.
âPerhaps another time.
It sounds quite tiring.
â
The warmth between them intensified once again.