Page 56 of There's Pumpkin About You
The problem with that is she doesn’t just make me want her body. I want all of her. Her mind, her body, hell, her goddamn soul. I’ve never been so attracted to someone that it could resemble exactly what Bash told me about. The way he loved that girl so intensely. He didn’t think about each part of her as separate entities; he just wanted her. I just want Wren.
Fuck, I need to stop drinking.
“I should really get going.” Oakleigh yawns before picking up her bag. “I have a sixteen-hour shift tomorrow and if I want to be able to find a vein or intubate someone I should really get some sleep.”
I’m assuming she works in medicine.
“I’ll drop you home,” Finn tells her.
“Wow, how unusually nice of you, Finley.”
He glares at her and it’s the first time I’ve seen Finn look anything close to angry. “Not really, I just don’t want to have to console my sister when she finds out her best friend went missing between here and Beckford.”
Oakleigh glares at him. “Asshole.”
“Right back at you, Michaels. Let’s go.”
They say goodbye and Oakleigh and Wren share a long hug during which she whispers something into Wren’s ear. Wren nods occasionally and gives her a kiss on the cheek. They clearly share a close bond.
After they leave, Bash claps me on the back and I try my best to hide my wince. “I should get going, too, dude. We have an early start tomorrow.” He turns to Wren. “You joining tomorrow?”
“You’re damn right I am,” she replies. “I’m ready to be put to work.”
I’m more than willing to put you to work, sweetheart.
Seriously need to stop drinking.
Bash gives her a sideways hug. He gives me one, trying to be gentle to avoid hurting my shoulders.
“Make sure she gets home safe,” he says in my ear. I nod once. “And make sure you stop being an idiot. Tell the woman how you feel.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh. Don’t think I haven’t seen you’ve developed a case of wandering hand syndrome.”
I lightly shove him away. “Mind your business.”
“Mmhmm.” He smiles at me and then leaves the bar, leaving me alone with the most beautiful distraction.
“I should go,” she says quietly, nervously staring down at her hands. Hands that I will never forget the softness of.
“Why?”
She looks up at me and my hands itch to reach for her. Especially after she says, “Because I don’t know what I’ll do if I stay.”
I reach up and gently move a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear, letting my fingers trail down her jawline until I can grasp her chin.
“And if I want you to stay?” I ask.
Those almond eyes look up at me so innocently and yet they still manage to look so seductive. The moment my dark brown eyes meet hazel, I’m lost.
“Then I’ll stay.” She takes a step forward. “But I thought you hated me?”
“I hate the way you make me feel, but I could never hateyou. Like I said last week, I don’t regret anything because it gave me you, sweetheart.”
She chuckles dryly. “You wouldn’t be saying any of this if you hadn’t drunk so much.”
“True. Doesn’t mean I’m lying, though.” After a brief silence, I ask, “What was wrong earlier?”
