Chapter 162: Unveiling Us [III]
My mouth fell open. "You arrogant—"
I stared at him.
That vein in his neck. The way his jaw flexed when he swallowed. The casual arrogance dripping from his words, even as the room held the charged silence of something on the edge of breaking.
He thought I wouldn’t?
That I’d just sit back like a good little patient while he had teased and tormented and played gatekeeper to the one damn thing I craved—him?
Two could play this game. Hehe.
He leaned back like he hadn’t just said something utterly infuriating, like he wasn’t watching me with those dark, knowing eyes—daring me. Testing me.
If he could play dirty, so could I.
So I smiled.
Then I shifted under the covers, pulling the blanket away. Slowly and deliberately. The thin hospital gown I was wearing was instantly visible, offering little to the imagination. I saw his eyes track the movement, a flicker of something raw and intense crossing his face before he masked it.
My fingers went to the hem of the gown, and I started to slide it upwards, just an inch, and then two. The fabric slid against my thighs. The air in the room thickened, crackling with unspoken tension.
His jaw tightened, that vein in his neck throbbing visibly. He didn’t move, but his entire body seemed to coil, like a predator ready to pounce. "What do you think you’re doing?" he asked, his voice rougher now, a dangerous edge to it.