Cassius's eyes gleamed with delight as he took in her flushed face. He savored the sight, his grin softening into something tender as he slowly lowered her to the ground, his hands lingering on her waist to steady her trembling legs.
But as her feet touched the floor, his gaze sharpened, catching something that made him pause.
"Diana..." He said, his voice curious. "It looks like you've been working yourself to the bone at the hospital—more than usual."
Her brow furrowed, confusion flickering in her dark eyes as she steadied herself against the wall.
"What makes you say that?" She asked, her tone puzzled. "I haven't been working any extra hours, just my normal shifts."
Her hands smoothed her dress, a reflexive gesture to reclaim her composure, though her skin still glowed with the heat of their closeness.
Cassius tilted his head, his eyes narrowing playfully as he pointed to her face.
