Holly Wyatt set down the first-aid kit, stepped forward, and tugged on Silas Thornton's sleeve, forcing him to sit on the sofa.
Silas's lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze flickered about, and he looked extremely guilty.
Holly lowered her gaze, found the antiseptic and anti-inflammatory medicine, and stuffed them into Silas's hands before reaching for her phone.
She had just settled down when a cool, stinging sensation spread across her collarbone.
Startled, Holly glanced sideways and met Silas's serious expression. She paused. Her gaze drifted down to the alcohol-soaked cotton ball on her collarbone, then traveled up along his large, well-defined hand, finally resting on his face again.
She had wanted to treat Silas's tail and foot, but now he was the one treating her instead.
Holly placed her phone face down on her lap and tilted her head slightly, exposing her slender neck to make it easier for Silas to apply the medicine.
