An Involuntary Spark by Unknown Read Free Book Online

was fully exposed. Amiira quickly took the paper towel and gently applied pressure to the wound.
     
    “It looks much worse than it is,” Kian assured her gently, his body turning further towards her.
     
    Even though Amiira was preoccupied with his injury, she was not at all unaware of the laser like focus he had cast upon her in their relatively new and foreign closeness. She continued to hold the pressure against his hand without responding. His gaze against her face felt almost physical and she could feel the body heat coming off of his in waves. A faint smell of soap and sandalwood with some faint notes of mango crept into her nose as she took a steadying breath.
     
    “You were distracting me,” Kian's velvety voice was almost a whisper and it made the hairs on the back of Amiira's neck stand up. She could feel the way he was almost willing her to look him in the eye.
     
    “What by talking to you?” Amiira questioned gently, but with an air of incredulity. She looked around at her surroundings casually with all the inattentiveness she could muster, looking everywhere but into his face. “You guys have to have some peroxide around here somewhere.”
     
    “There's a first aid kit in one of these cabinets,” Kian replied his voice still low, his gaze still as unflinching as it was when he'd first laid it on her.
     
    “Does it hurt?” Amiira questioned almost purely out of reflex. She was suddenly somehow increasingly concerned with the level of pain he may have been experiencing, although his body language had calmed and seemed incredibly relaxed compared to before.
     
    “Not anymore,” Kian said sincerely. Amiira suddenly felt his eyes everywhere and became more and more conscious of the fact that she was standing in her swim suit, half naked and completely exposed to his discernible eyes.
     
    “Do those lines work well for you elsewhere?” Amiira posed rather deliberately, her eyes flicking up to meet his for the first time. She was instantly almost zapped into stillness when their gazes met.
     
    “It wasn't a line,” Kian responded steadily, the slightest bit of a smile formed at the corners of his mouth. “Those are ineffectual and meaningless.”
     
    “Put pressure on this while I look for the first aid kit,” Amiira instructed gently, wondering if her tone was wavering the way her insides were. They felt like jelly as she shifted her weight between her feet.
     
    “You're doing a much better job at that then I would,” Kian responded.
     
    Amiira's lips parted as an attempt to form some type of retort began, but no sound came from her mouth. Kian's eyes dipped downward momentarily and that brief change of focus made Amiira's breath catch in her throat. Her fingers unconsciously stiffened around the hand she was applying pressure to.
     
    It must not have hurt because he didn't react, only further pulled her silently into his being without even physically laying a hand on her.
     
    “Good,” Kian said suddenly, his voice a gentle respite.
     
    “What?” Amiira questioned, almost fearful she had been trapped in some sort of daze induced by his hauntingly caramel eyes, and she'd missed the context in which he was speaking.
     
    “You asked me how the waves were this morning,” Kian explained, his eyes roaming the angles of her face as if it held the secret map to some hidden treasure.
     
    The almost tangible quality that existed in the air between them as their bodies loomed near one another was downright invigorating; Amiira could feel herself involuntarily lean into him until a voice pulled her from her trace-like state. Both she and Kian's heads snapped up as they looked towards the sound.
     
    “What happened?” Riley asked curiously from the entryway of the kitchen. She could tell that she was interrupting something and if she hadn't started talking before she had reached the kitchen, she wouldn't have even bothered them.
     
    “Kian cut his hand,” Amiira explained hurriedly