Alina's POV
"Davon..." I repeated, testing the weight of it on my tongue.
The man offered a warm, lazy smile from his hospital bed. "That's my name. And what might your name be, beautiful?"
"Alina," I replied softly.
"Alina," Davon murmured, his thick accent rolling over the syllables. His smile widened. "What a beautiful name for an absolutely beautiful lady."
A faint, polite smile touched my lips, but I quickly shook it off to focus on the reality of the situation. "Thank you. Truly... thank you for saving my life out there."
"Don't mention it," Davon said smoothly, holding my gaze. "I would do it over and over again if I had to." He leaned back slightly against his pillows and flashed me a quick, confident wink.
My smile remained small and guarded. I glanced toward the hospital room door, realizing how late it was getting. "I should probably head out now, but I will definitely come back later to see how you are healing."
