Page 66 of Ten Day Affair
He smirks. “Only when I want something.”
“And what do you want?”
He leans in, kissing the top of my shoulder. “You.”
I don’t answer. Instead, I curl back into his side, and he wraps his arm around me like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
I shouldn’t feel safe here. But I do.
He rests his chin on my head. “Get some sleep, Taylor. You’re gonna need your strength.”
I’m not sure if that’s a flirt or an omen.
Something tells me I’ve gotten myself in deeper than I can handle.
The fluorescent lights hum overhead,casting everything in that godawful hospital glow that makes even healthy people look borderline septic.
I’ve been staring at the same sentence in this patient chart for twenty straight minutes, and I still couldn’t tell you if it says “fracture” or “furnace.”
My coffee sits untouched beside my keyboard. It's lukewarm and completely unappetizing.
I shift in my chair and wince. Yep. There it is. The unmistakable ache of a night well spent. A bruised ass and thighs. That's a new combo for me.
I press my fingers to the spot on my neck where his teeth grazed too hard. Small. Faint. But it’s there. And I keep touching it like I want it to last.
That’s why I’m still wearing my damn lab coat, even though it’s muggy as hell in here. The collar hides him.
My phone buzzes. I reach for it out of habit, hoping it’s someone who’ll demand I get up and check on someone stat.
It's a text from Arden.
I want every stinking detail. Can you talk?
I snort and call her instead.
She picks up on the first ring.
“Okay. How was the band? Screw the band. How was Cole?"
"Well..."
"Was there eye contact during a slow song? Did he put a hand on your lower back? Did you beg him to ravish you in the moonlight? Don’t give me this 'well' shit. You know I'm not stopping until I know.”
I close my eyes, already laughing. “Would you believe me if I said yes to all of that, plus three orgasms and several bruises, one I keep touching when no one’s looking to remind me of the pain and pleasure I experienced in erotic symphony?”
There’s a moment of silence, and then a dramatic gasp. “YOU DID IT.”
“I did it. Repeatedly. In locations never before seen by my bare ass.”
“I knew it! Thank God you loosened up that tight asshole of yours and let your hair down. Why didn't you text me the TL;DR this morning? You know I've been pacing, dying to know, even with my plate full here.”
“I’ve been working. And walking funny.”
Arden howls. “You slut! Tell meeverything.”
“I’m at the hospital, Arden. I'm trying to get charts done. Can we do the detailed debrief later?”
“So? Whisper it. Morse code it. Send me an anatomical drawing.”
