{FRANCESCO}
I could feel Stephanie's fingers brushing over the skin of my back. Her touch was soothing, easily making me forget about the pain. I could hear the tremor in her breath as she fought the nervousness, but despite how agitated she was, her move was confident and precise.
She kept surprising me. Everytime I thought I had her figured out, she proved me wrong. A part of me was pissed that I got an incomplete report on her. There was only little detail about her childhood and the time she spent with her mother. Julio had thought it was irrelevant and I had agreed with him...to a degree. But it was those little things that turned her to a mystery I craved to solve.
"All done," she said, gently patting the edges of the patch on my back.
"Such a gentle treatment," I purred, shifting in my seat to face her. "Perhaps I should fire Gabriele and let you to dress all my wounds the next time."
