[Gallagher]

Nik rolled his eyes. "I don't. I wasn't serious. Chill, will you?"

Paying little mind to the young lady's blush, Gabe kept his hands in place, his own breathing shifting to match hers almost perfectly. He maintained little more than a light feather of a touch, letting her breathing keep everything in place on its own as the warmth of his hands spread into her flesh, forcing the injury to heal itself with each passing second.