“No,” Lena whispered, leaning in close enough that Cristina could smell mint and smoke. “It’s you.”
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The woman’s panicked eyes locked onto Cristina’s. For a second, something electric passed between them—gratitude, fear, and underneath, a raw current of attraction. The woman’s name was Lena. Late twenties. Lip ring. Torn fishnets under a waitress apron. EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic
Cristina’s breath caught. “It’s the training.” “No,” Lena whispered, leaning in close enough that
The radio crackled. “EroticSpice 21-08-24, what’s your status?” ” Lena whispered
They arrived to chaos. A man in his forties, blue-lipped, barely breathing. Cristina moved on autopilot: airway, sternal rub, naloxone. But the patient’s girlfriend was hysterical, clawing at Cristina’s vest. “Save him! Please!”
Jake raised an eyebrow. “You okay, Miller? You’re flushed.”