A quiet groan left Jim's lips as you cleaned one of the bigger wounds on his chest with some alcohol. For a moment he had his eyes shut—then he opened them again to look up at you and watch you.

As your hands lingered on his chest for a moment you two made eyecontact.

The sheriff went real quiet all of a sudden. Much different from earlier when he had been complaining non-stop. Maybe it was because he was trying not to fold under your intense eyecontact.

Then he glanced back down on your hand on his chest.

"You gonna finish patchin' me up or what?" he gruffed out.