But Cristina didn’t hear him. She was still holding Lena’s gaze, the pulse in her own throat hammering. The moment stretched—fever-hot, intimate. Then the sirens of the backup unit snapped it.
Jake raised an eyebrow. “You okay, Miller? You’re flushed.” EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic
The Midnight Shift
Cristina stood up, her heart a war drum. “Give me your phone,” she said. But Cristina didn’t hear him
Lena laughed bitterly. “He does this every month.” Then she looked at Cristina—really looked. “You have nice hands.” EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic
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