I slammed my legs shut but not before I saw Eden's nostrils flare, his heated gaze lifting to meet my wide eyes.

He stood and began rummaging through the kitchen drawers.

When he found what he had been searching for, he walked back around in front of me and shoved a wooden spoon in my face. "Bite down on this."

"Don't you have anything else for the pain?" I asked, scared.

"Oh," he mused as he opened a suture kit with a menacing-looking curved needle in it. "There are ...