Her partner, Jake, was already pulling into traffic. He didn’t notice the slight tremor in her fingers as she checked the narc box. He didn’t know that three hours ago, during a lull, she’d let herself imagine something forbidden—his rough hands on her hips, the antiseptic smell of the rig mixing with sweat and salt.
Cristina’s breath caught. “It’s the training.” EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic
Cristina keyed the mic. “En route.”
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. Her partner, Jake, was already pulling into traffic
Cristina caught her wrists—gently, firmly. “Look at me. Breathe. I need you to step back so I can work.” Cristina’s breath caught
Cristina stood up, her heart a war drum. “Give me your phone,” she said.