Page 10 of The Boardroom: Kirk
“Er…yes?” I practically squeaked.
“Ugh, don’t worry, that thing is a death trap.” Kirk said. “We literally have like one injury from it a month. I’ve been bugging Johnathan to get rid of it forever.”
I smiled as I watched Kirk pour some antiseptic onto a cloth and apply it to my finger. “Sting much?” he asked.
“A little,” I admitted, but I was far too distracted to even tell.
Déjà vu swept over me as Kirk wiped off the blood from my finger with the cloth and applied a bandage to it. God, he was gorgeous. I could see him as a doctor in some bloody and ruthless war, solid and unshakable, saving the lives of soldiers as women swooned over him. He met my eyes when he was finished and I felt my knees grow weak.
“Why are you taking care of me?” I asked. “I thought…”
“I’m sorry,” Kirk said. “It’s just…well, I guess after all these years I had kind of a strong emotional reaction, but I shouldn’t, I just—”
“But why are you helping me?”
“You know I’m always going to make sure you’re okay, right, Marissa?” Kirk said, and squeezed my hand gently. He looked at me and suddenly I was sixteen again, we were back, we were young, things werenewand…
Kirk smiled at me before he walked out, back towards his office.
And that was when I knew I wanted him again.
But this time, I promised myself, I would be in it one hundred percent.
