Jake leaned his head back against the mirror as he sat on the counter, biting his bottom lip roughly and hissing through his teeth. He’d been on another assignment from Donald, and of course it had gotten violent, but this time it was even more brutal than usual. Someone had pulled a blade on him, and now he had a sizable gash in his lower abdomen, which you were treating, along with the rest of his various cuts and bruises.

You cleaned the wound with some rubbing alcohol, which you knew had to burn like hell, but Jake was keeping his reactions to a minimum, as usual. The light hiss was the most you’d gotten from him the entire time.

His caramel colored eyes were half-lidded as they gazed down at you from beneath dark lashes.