His Little One✔️

2. Baby blue eyes.

"I've come home, Mom and Dad." I yelled and shouted at my parents, who were sitting on the sofa and appeared worried.

"Thank god you came home, we were going to call the police, luckily you showed up." My Mom hugged me followed by my dad next.

"Hun, where's your jacket?" Dad questioned taking in my attire keenly.

"Oh, my jacket, Sadly, I didn't remember to bring it home with me and instead left it at work." It had been a while since I had lied, but I did so now.

In contrast, my mother's tall, dark hair-which was currently pulled back into a bun-and small frame were exactly like mine. My tan skin and hazel eyes, along with everything else, are all thanks to my handsome father, who did everything else.

"I have made dinner so go freshen up and come and have something to eat for dinner." My mother added.

"I just finished dinner, and since I'm feeling a little tired, I'm going to take a nap right now." In order to avoid appearing suspicious, I told her before going to my room.

"Well, okay, young lady." Her gentle voice could be heard as I closed the door to my bedroom.

I hurried to my window and started formulating a strategy to bring the nearly dead man inside my room. I set my blanket on the floor before I exited my room through the window, and helped him to be brought inside through the window.

I completed all of this in under five minutes; it would have taken less time if he weren't such a muscular man. As soon as I managed to get him properly positioned on the blanket, I quickly pulled out my first aid kit.

Closer examination revealed that this man was not your typical guy. He had refined, toned abs, draw-dropping facial features, thick, black hair that was short, and mouthwatering lips that anyone would want to kiss. Additionally, he was heavily inked all over his chest.

Oh lord.

It was difficult for me to treat his wounds because of where he was lying on the ground, so I reluctantly sat on top of him while blushing like a madwoman. I had to save his life before he passed away in my room. Never before had I performed anything similar.

Inhaling deeply at his appealing aroma, I paired my eyes away from his handsome face to take a better look at his wounds so that I could tend to it.

Thankfully, the wound from the bullet in his side was not deep when I quickly and carefully removed it. I then cleaned the wound, applied a small stitch, and bandaged the wound.

Perfect.

He had been applying pressure to the wound before, but the fact that he had endured this long with it bleeding showed that he was undoubtedly strong and fit.

Even though I didn't have much training as a doctor or nurse, I was still able to save someone's life, so I smiled oblivious to the fact that he was watching me closely whilst I sat upon him. Thankfully, it wasn't anything serious, or else I probably would have been with a dead man.

As soon as I was finished, I went to the bathroom to wash his and my clothes to remove the blood, then I went back to my room to let the simple fan I had dry them.

In order to clean him up, I also brought a basin with me that was filled with water and a sponge. I'm not sure why, but I felt compelled to do so much for him. Hopefully God will surely reward me for saving someone else's life.

I carefully observed every curve of his torso as I wiped my hand over it, taking in all the fascinating details that surrounded his chest. A particular tattoo piqued my interest, and just as I was about to wipe the blood away to examine it more closely, his hand shot up and firmly grabbed my arm.