- You don't want to stay five minutes...
Stay five minutes...
Didn't Eames realize what she was asking of him?
The last thing she wanted was for him to agree.
And it was better for her if he left.
- Alex... I...
Eames put her hand on Goren's arm, holding him back.
My God...
No.
He must be dreaming.
Eames couldn't have put his hand on his arm to stop him leaving.
And yet...
When he looked down at his arm, there were Eames' little fingers, holding him down.
Then he wasn't dreaming.
Eames wanted him to stay.
But he couldn't.
He absolutely had to go and not stay.
Eames couldn't see that she looked adorable in her jacket.
And that he could hardly keep himself from jumping on her.
So if he stayed, he was afraid he'd lose control.
- Eames looked down, his cheeks rosy. I'll give you your jacket back.
Good God...
But even by the time she gave him back his jacket, he'd lost all control.
After all...
Before he was her partner, he was a man.
And like any man, he had desires to satisfy.
Especially, if the woman was as pretty as Eames.
Then no, he wouldn't stay.
For her sake.
- You'll give me the jacket back tomorrow.
Goren wanted to step back, but Eames tightened the pressure of her tiny fingers on his arm, preventing him from leaving.
- Stay... please.
Goren wanted to say no, that it was impossible.
But Eames looked at him, her big hazel eyes pleading.
So reluctantly, he gave in.
- Very well... Just five minutes.
At his words, a small smile appeared on Eames' face.
She opened the door, and with her hand still on Goren's wrist, entered her apartment, pulling Goren after her.
- Thanks for the jacket... Eames handed the jacket to Goren, who took it in his hands. I'll go and change...
Eames left Goren sitting on the sofa in the living room, and headed for her bedroom.
Once in her room, she went to her dresser and took out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
With the clothes in her hands, she walked to the partition door leading to the bathroom, opened it and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.
Eames placed the clothes on the edge of the bathtub, and removed her top, which she threw to the floor, as well as her torn skirt, which she let slide to the ground, and stepped over the fabric.
But her right foot caught the fabric, and she stumbled.
Eames put her hand to the edge of the tub to catch herself, but her hand slipped, and she fell full-length onto the floor.
At the loud bang, Goren gasped.
Don't tell me...
And yet...
Goren was sure something had happened to Eames.
So he didn't waste a second, he got up from the sofa, and hurried in the direction of the noise.
He entered Eames' room, looking for her, but she wasn't there.
But his eyes were drawn to the partition door, and the thread of light running through it.
So, not hesitating, she went to the door and opened it.
- Alex...
My God...
Goren felt his heart stop, as he saw an Eames on the floor, in a state of undress.
But above all, what caught his attention the most was Eames' bleeding hand.
So, not wasting a second, he rushed to her side.
When he reached her side, he crouched down at her height, moved his hand towards her, but stopped, not daring to touch her bare skin.
- You're all right...
At the concern in Goren's voice, Eames raised her head, shaking it in denial.
- I really am a hopeless case... She smiled. But this time I didn't miss.
Goren put his hand on Eames' arm and helped her to sit down.
Eames grimaced, took his bleeding hand in his other hand, brought them to his heart.
Good God...
Goren knew how clumsy Eames was.
But seeing her like that, in that situation, with her hand bleeding, made his heart sink.
Goren didn't like the sight.
And above all, he had to take care of her.
- Do you have a first-aid kit.
Eames nodded, and turned her gaze to a cabinet with a mirror above the sink, which she indicated.
Goren stood up, motioned with his hand not to move, and headed for the sink.
Once at the sink, he opened the cabinet Eames had indicated and took out the necessary items to treat her.
With the kit in hand, he walked over to Eames, crouched down beside him and held out his hand, signaling her to give him hers.
Eames hesitantly, her cheeks flushed pink, placed her hand in his.
Goren gently turned her hand over, palm facing him, and with a cotton pad, began to disinfect it.
- Thanks Bobby...
Good God...
Eames didn't have to thank him.
What he was doing was normal.
In addition, could she stop looking at him like that.
Her big hazel eyes shining, as if he were a hero.
Even though he was far from a hero.
In addition, it was not only embarrassing, but very disturbing.
Goren grabbed a compress, placed it on the wound and wrapped a bandage around his small hand.
- Says Bobby... He nodded, motioning for her to continue. How do you put up with clumsiness...
But because despite your clumsiness, you've touched my heart.
That's what Goren wanted to shout to Eames.
But he couldn't.
Despite his clumsiness, Eames was a very endearing person.
And that made up for his clumsiness.
What's more, Eames was the only one who could stand him.
And that was worth all the things in the world.
- And why do you stay with a partner as clumsy as me?
Goren couldn't hold back any longer at her words, and at the look on Eames' face.
Eames was definitely too cute.
So he wrapped his arms around Eames's waist, pulled her close and squeezed.
- Why do you have to be my partner.
At Goren's cry, and the way he held her close, Eames, his face buried against Goren's chest, blushed violently, and his heart raced, ready to explode.
My God...
Eames had never expected such words from Goren.
Nor the way he held her to him.
Did he forget that she was wearing only her bra and panties, and so it was very awkward, and above all, very disturbing.
Gently, she placed her hands on his back and patted him.
- Bobby... You're smothering me.
He was smothering Eames...
My God...
He hadn't.
And yet...
That was what he was doing.
He'd lost all control.
And how could he not have lost control.
Eames had been so sweet.
But he'd forgotten that Eames was only in her underwear.
And that had to be embarrassing for Eames.
But more importantly, it was very unsettling for him.
So, realizing what he was doing, Goren put his hands on Eames' shoulders and pulled her away from him, his face scarlet.
- Sorry... I...
Not wasting a second, Goren stood up, and before the eyes of an Eames who didn't understand what was happening, he rushed out of the bathroom, leaving her there, without any explanation, and still confused by what had just happened.
Eames, still in shock, heard the door to his apartment close.
My God.
Goren had just run away from her, leaving her like that.
But why.
He'd taken her in his arms and was running away from her.
It didn't make sense.
What's more, hadn't Goren seen that the way he'd held her, and what he'd said, had upset her.
And Eames had to admit, she'd loved being in Goren's arms.
But had Goren liked holding her against him.
He seemed to, from the way he'd held her.
So maybe Goren had a soft spot for her.
At least, that's what she'd thought from his reaction.
But maybe she was wrong.
For why would he run away from her.
Eames brought her hands to her shoulders, crossing her arms.
She really didn't understand anything, and she wished she did.
But above all, she had to try and control her heartbeat.
Because she was afraid, given the strong emotion she'd felt in Goren's arms, that her heart would explode.