Page 36 of Green Ravens

“Three,” Sawyer answered.

The doctor’s eyes widened.

“Wow. You’re pretty amazing. I’m surprised none of these open blisters are infected.”

Sawyer stared at him over the doctor’s shoulder, his eyes gleaming with appreciation…and lust.

“That’s because I wasn’t alone. If they had become infected, the burns would’ve been the least of my problems. Pretty sure I would’ve been dead within hours. I had no clue how to survive out there. Chief Oakley kept me alive and treated my skin the entire time with leaves, plants, and other weird shit.”

“‘Weird shit’.” The doctor’s laugh was low and husky.

He spun around and stared at him as if he didn’t believe what Sawyer had said, as if he’d been exaggerating. He quirkedone brow before he extended his hand again. “Much respect, chief. The rule of that jungle is kill or be killed.”

Oakley gripped the doctor’s hand hard, leveling him with a glare.

Dr. Richards grimaced and flexed his fingers when Oakley released him.

“Well, um, I’d still like to give them a deeper examination and clean ’em thoroughly.”

The doctor didn’t spare Oakley a glance when he added, “Leaves, plants, andweird shitaren’t as effective as a cool compress and oxacillin.”

“If only we’d passed a pharmacy on our way,” Oakley gritted.

“My tent is the fourth one back. Go ahead and finish your lunch, chief. I’ll get everything ready,” the doctor said. “I’m pretty sure I have some scar cream. I wanna make sure this face stays as handsome as it is.”

Motherfucker.

Sawyer shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

Oakley stood there a long time with his arms folded.

Sawyer chuckled. “Seriously?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m gonna let you as soon as we’re back home.” Sawyer’s smug grin was infuriating.

“I think Dr. Feelgood wants a go at you first.”

Sawyer shook his head as if Oakley were being stupid. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, chief.” Sawyer got up, walked into his space, and crushed their mouths together.

He tasted sweet, his lips sticky from the papaya, and Oakley wanted to heft him on the table and lick him everywhere.

Sawyer tried to end the kiss, but Oakley gripped him tighter around his waist.

He took as much as he wanted before he allowed Sawyer to pull away.

“I’ll be back.” Oakley glared, wanting Sawyer to see his seriousness.

“Don’t look at me like that with those sexy eyes.” Sawyer nipped him on his cheek. “The doc ain’t got shit on you. Stop being an insecure prick.”

“I’m not insecure,” he mumbled. “I just don’t like the guy.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Sawyer grabbed another banana and then headed out of the tent.

“Hey,” he called after him.

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