His Confession

Callie remained unaware of Jamison’s presence. She continued to mutter, ‘Mummy, take me with you...’ Her small hand, still connected to an IV needle, moved, clutching onto Jamison’s palm as if she had found solace at last. Jamison was surprised by Callie’s sudden move, but he allowed her to hold on. Her skin was soft and delicate, and he relished the sensation of her touch. It was as if his touch brought her comfort, for her frown smoothed, and the corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly. As Jamison gazed at the vulnerable woman before him, a strange sensation welled up inside him—a sensation like a feathery tickle, gentle yet persistent. He couldn’t resist the pull, slowly leaning in, his breath growing hot as he drew closer to Callie’s lips. But at that critical moment, the door swung open. Elias, tall and imposing, strode in with a stormy expression. ‘Dr Garcia,’ Elias said, his voice low and menacing as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. ‘What exactly were you abo