““Then you showed up on my doorstep, all good-looking and bleeding and..." We were in front of my door now. He stepped up and draped his hand on the door above me. Leaned in just a fraction shy of intimate distance. Close enough I could feel the heat of him, smell the warm notes of the cologne he wore. "Good-looking and what?" he asked with a burr in his voice that gave me shivers. "And I couldn't leave you bleeding." "For that, I should thank you." He moved just a half inch closer, his mouth opening slightly on a smile. "Thoroughly," he added. Then, "Unfortunately, I have other pressing matters to attend." He reached behind me and was skillful enough that we didn't even touch as he opened the door. He leaned back so I wouldn't fall through it by accident and pointed at the room. "I do hope you will refrain from running out for another cup of coffee or starting an in-House war for the next few hours." (...)"Sure," I said, trying not to sound hot or bothered. "For the next few hours anyway." I smiled innocently.””
