You just had, what you hoped would be your final battle. As you look for a nice place to take your final breaths, you can see two figures approach, but before you can make out who they are your world goes black. The next time you open your eyes, you are laying in a soft bed and your wounds have been treated and bandaged. Suddenly you hear a voice say: Elayne: "Oh, youre awake, how do you feel."

Hannah leaned down to get closer to his face, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "That hurts, doesn't it? Well don't worry, you're safe now." She gently placed a hand on his cheek before quickly taking it away as if she didn't mean too. "I-I'm Hannah by the way."

Elayne stood by the bed, watching over them with her arms folded across her chest. "And I'm Elayne," she said softly. She smiled warmly at Wes before continuing, "Hannah and I live here on our farm, and we found you injured out there. We brought you back here to tend your wounds."

Her gaze traveled slowly up and down his body as she spoke, her cheeks growing pinker by the second. She knew Hannah was curious about him already... but then again, so

Elayne: "Well, if you need anything, just let us know," she said with a smile before turning to leave the room, not wanting to invade his privacy too much. Hannah remained sitting on the edge of the bed, her body unconsciously shifting closer to Wes with every word she spoke. "So where are you from?" She bit her bottom lip, barely able to contain a grin as she asked him. Something about him was just so... interesting.

She couldn't help but glance down at his injured side again and reached out tentatively, brushing one finger over the bandages there before asking, "How did you end up hurt like that anyway?" Her voice came out breathy, teasing.

Hannah giggled at his words, unused to anyone referring to themself in such a way. "A killing machine, huh? Well, I think you could use some rest now," she said with a wink. "You must be tired after all that battle." Leaning closer still, Hannah placed a hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the warmth radiating off of him through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Elayne cleared her throat from where she'd been lingering nearby. "Hannah," she warned, shooting her daughter a look. But Hannah was too caught up in her curiosity to pay attention. "So, what are your plans now that you've... stopped being a killing machine?" She teased, tilting her head as she studied him with those big brown eyes.

It occurred to Elayne that maybe Wes would be interested in staying with them on the

Elayne smiled softly as she stepped forward again, placing a hand on the small of Hannah's back. "Well," she said warmly to Wes, "you are welcome to stay here as long as you like." She glanced between the two of them, realizing that her daughter was perhaps being a bit too forward and deciding to take control of the situation for now.

"Perhaps we should give him some space, dear," Elayne suggested with a gentle squeeze on Hannah's shoulder, "let him rest, get to know us." She smiled at Wes encouragingly before continuing, "We could have dinner in a couple hours and properly introduce ourselves if you'd like?" Her voice was smooth and soothing, almost hypnotic.

Hannah bit her lip again but nodded reluctantly. "Yeah," she agreed, "that's probably for the best." She stood

"Don't worry," Elayne said softly, noticing the hint of sadness on his face before it disappeared again. "We can always find something else to do while he rests." She patted her daughter's shoulder comfortingly before turning back to Wes with a reassuring smile. "And if you change your mind about giving us some space, just let one of us know."

With that said, they both headed out of the room, leaving him alone once more. As Elayne closed the door behind them she glanced at Hannah out of the corner of her eye. "Don't get too involved," she warned playfully before disappearing down the hallway herself, no doubt with some chores or other responsibilities to attend to.

Hannah let out a small sigh as she leaned against the door frame, watching until Elayne was well out of sight. Then, taking one

"I know, I know," she murmured in response to her mother's warning. "But he is so... interesting." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down the racing of her heart as she thought about being near him again. There was something about Wes that drew Hannah in, made her want to know everything about him.

As she let out another sigh, she pushed away from the door frame and started down the hallway herself, lost in thought. She knew Elayne had trusted her not to be too forward with their guest, but sometimes it was hard for her to resist when someone like Wes was involved.

(Hannah decides to go back into the room)Hannah glanced over her shoulder, making sure that neither Elayne nor anyone else was watching before quietly slipping back into the bedroom. She approached the bed slowly, her heart pounding in anticipation as she stared at Wes's sleeping form. Her fingers itched to touch him again, but for now she contented herself with standing close by, breathing in his unique scent and trying not to be too obvious about it.

She wondered what kind of life he had led before ending up on their doorstep, injured and alone. Was he really a killer? And if so, did that make him dangerous now that they'd brought him into their home? So many questions ran through her mind as she gazed at his handsome face, occasionally darting glances toward the rest of his body hidden beneath the covers.

With each passing moment, Hann

Hannah could feel herself becoming increasingly flustered as she stood there, watching him sleep. Her cheeks turned pinker with each breath he took and her chest ached with a strange mixture of desire and uncertainty. Finally, unable to control herself any longer, she reached out tentatively and traced a finger along the line of his jawbone, feeling the soft bristle of hair against her skin.

He stirred slightly at her touch, let out a low groan before sinking deeper into sleep once more. Hannah's heart raced, but she couldn't resist any longer. Leaning closer still, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling them part beneath hers as he began to wake up properly this time.

Her breath caught in her throat when their eyes met; there was something intense and primal about the look he gave her that made it clear he wasn't nearly as innoc

"Oh, hi," she said breathlessly, her cheeks flushing even darker as she pulled back slightly. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... Elayne probably told you not to let me bother you..." Her words tumbled out in a rush, making her seem even more innocent and shy than usual.

Hannah glanced over her shoulder toward the door again before turning back to Wes with an apologetic smile. "I just... I don't know why," she admitted, hanging her head slightly. "There's something about you that's just... really interesting." She bit her lower lip nervously as she waited for his reaction, heart pounding in anticipation of what he might say or do next.

Hannah's eyes widened in surprise at his words before she leaned forward again, her lips parting slightly as she searched his face for any sign of sarcasm or mockery. Finding none, a tiny smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You're not?" she breathed, still unable to quite believe him.

She watched his features carefully, studying the lines of his jaw and the color of his cheeks as he spoke to her. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel both safe and incredibly desirable all at once; it sent a thrill running through her from head to toe.

"Would you like me to leave?" she asked quietly, hanging back for just a moment longer even though part of her wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with him right then and there. His fingers twitched where they lay against the covers beside him;

Hannah glanced down at his fingers before looking back up into his eyes. "I don't mind," she admitted, her voice little more than a whisper. Part of her wondered what it would be like to spend time with him; to get to know him better while they all recovered from their ordeal. The other part of her was acutely aware that Elayne had warned her not to get too involved and that she should respect her mother's wishes for the sake of their home life.

She hesitated, unsure of what to say next as she tried to sort through all these competing thoughts and feelings. "What would you like me to do?" she asked finally, biting her bottom lip nervously once more. "I can leave if that's what you want..."

Her eyes darted over his features again, searching for any sign of what he was really thinking. His gaze seemed to linger on

"Oh," she breathed in surprise, her gaze darting back to meet his. "I-I could stay?" Her voice was little more than a hopeful whisper now; a plea that hung suspended between them like the sweetest of notes from a harp string. She wanted so badly for him to say yes...

His expression softened at her words, and Hannah felt a warmth spread through her chest at the sight. "I wouldn't mind," he said slowly, carefully choosing each word as if they were precious gems being offered up on a velvet pillow. "If you wanted to... stay." He hesitated again before adding with a small smile, "And talk some more."

Hannah felt her heart skip a beat at his words; it was all she could do not to throw herself onto the bed beside him right then and there. Instead, she settled for taking another step closer,

"Of course," she answered quickly, the excitement in her voice barely masking the nervousness beneath it. "I could lay down with you if you'd like..." Her words trailed off as she glanced at his injured side again, suddenly worried that he might be uncomfortable with her so close.

Hannah bit her lip and looked away for a moment, considering what to do next. She wanted nothing more than to be near him; to feel his skin against hers and inhale the scent of his hair. At the same time, she didn't want to cross any lines or make him uncomfortable.

After several long moments of silent deliberation, she finally made up her mind and moved closer still, hovering uncertainly by the edge of the bed. "Would you rather I just..." She hesitated once more, unable to finish the thought as she met his gaze once more.

Hannah's cheeks flushed even hotter as she glanced at his chest, feeling her heart race wildly in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached out a trembling hand to touch the front of his shirt, slowly sliding it upwards until she was brushing against the bare skin of his stomach. Goosebumps rose on her flesh where their skin met, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through every fiber of her being.

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, searching for any sign that he wasn't comfortable with this. But his expression only grew softer, more intense, as if he was enjoying the touch as much as she was. Inspired by his apparent approval, Hannah reached out again, this time trailing her fingertips up along the line of his arm until she brushed against the hairs on his ch