Chapter 145 Facing the Wolves

Horatio's breath hitched. A wave of inexplicable emotions surged through his chest. He couldn't help but wonder if Natalie was aware that her touches at that moment were a torment of another kind to him. Her icy fingertips carefully skimmed across Horatio's chest, searching for wounds. Her touches were light, yet they left a heated trail, each touch testing the limits of his endurance. He let out a muffled groan, his breath getting harsher as sweat beaded across his forehead. "Does it hurt here?" Natalie asked, completely unaware. Her focus was fixed on his injuries as she gently pressed beneath his ribs. Horatio hissed, drawing a sharp breath. His hoarse voice almost broke when he said, "Natalie, don't…" "It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Startled, she quickly pulled her hand back. Tears welled up once again as she said, "I'm sorry. I must've hurt you. You must've fractured your ribs…" Seeing her panic-stricken face, Horatio swallowed back the words that had almost spilled out. How c