Aramus didn't know where the rage came from. It bore no rational basis. Riley did as told. She examined Avion, her manner professional, her bedside manner gentle and courteous. But as soon as she pulled that sheet down and exposed Avion's lower regions, more specifically his cock, which reacted to her clinical touch, Aramus found himself suddenly imbued with anger-and an urge to punch his friend before throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her away.
What is wrong with me? To his surprise, his BCI had a ready reply. Jealousy.
What the fuck? No way. Aramus did not care that the doctor touched Avion. She did her job. Reminding himself didn't stem the anger-or halt the urge to kiss her when she faced him with flashing eyes and pursed lips.
He tried to justify his actions. "I am just ensuring that you are not taking advantage of Avion. He is blind and cannot see what you are doing."