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It took him a few minutes to get the hang of it, but he eventually managed to fully bandage the wound.
“What’s your name?” he asked as it dawned on him he didn’t even know the name of his savior.
She drew in a stilted breath, not answering for a moment.
“Lucero,” she eventually whispered.
“Lucero?” Rafaelo frowned. He’d heard the name before from Charles. What had he said? That she was always helping the other slaves. “Thank you, Lucero,” he amended in a softer voice.
“You’re welcome,” she replied in a bashful tone. “What’syourname?”
“Rafaelo. But you can call me Raf,” he grunted.
“Raf,” she whispered, tasting his name on her lips.
He smiled at that. He was simply in awe at her courage and kindness. Where no one had bothered to come after them, she’d risked her own life to help them. Who did that?
Rafaelo made to move, a groan escaping him as pain flared in his side.
He hadn’t gotten hit, had he? The entire thing was a blur, so he couldn’t be sure. Yet the pain emanating from his rib told him he’d been too careless to notice.
“You’re hurt,” she declared.
“No,” He shook his head. “Let’s go. If there’s anything, I’ll take care of it when we get out.”
“No! Show me,” she demanded.
He blinked in confusion at the sudden shift in her tone, no longer soft and subdued, now she sounded like a general commanding an army.
Before he could reply, she moved closer, her hands roving over his naked chest as she tried to find the source of his pain.
Although the touch was impersonal and only meant to ascertain the degree of his injuries, he found himself getting unnecessarily hot anyway.
It must be her voice, he told himself. It was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. Coupled with her kindness and bravery, he couldn’t help but admire her.
“Show me,” she repeated, her palms spread on his chest.
He shivered, his cheeks going red from her proximity.
“Erm…” he swallowed. “Only a few scratches on my arm and I think I bruised my ribs. It’s not much.”
She wasn’t deterred, however. She moved closer in front of him—so close, she almost climbed in his lap.
Her sweet scent took him by surprise as she leaned in, her hair brushing against his chest, her cheek skimming his.
Rafaelo squeezed his eyes shut.
Why the hell did she have to sound and smell so sweet? So goddamn enticing? He was in a life and death situation, the last thing he needed to think about was how her body molded against his, or how small and frail she was, fitting in his arms perfectly.
“Found it,” she said as her fingers brushed over the small scratch on his shoulder.
She worked quickly, dabbing some disinfectant and cleaning the area.
Rafaelo gritted his teeth at the sting, taking refuge in her proximity to take his mind off the pain.
“Have we met before, Lucero?” he murmured softly.
He didn’t know why but there was a familiarity to her, almost as if he was well acquainted with her presence.
