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I can feel my cheeks heating with a blush because we both know he wasn’t, not by the orgasms he gave me. He chuckles again as I slightly shake my head, my words suddenly drying up as I picture him between my legs, something I hadn’t experienced before.
Grinning hottie puts a plate in front of me, then a plate opposite me, before taking a seat, and then he holds his tattooed hand out and says, “Cage.”
I feel my pulse race, and gently, I take his hand, electric sparks flying as soon as his skin touches mine. I swallow my gasp that wants to escape before I whisper, “Rose,” and he nods, his eyes looking at me intently, eyes I can get lost in.
Yep, pretty sure one-night stands don’t end like this.
Cage bites his bottom lip before he admits, “I want to date you,” shocking me.
I choke, “One-night stands definitely do not end up like this,” bringing out my thoughts, and he chuckles before he says, “Twenty-one questions, red. Any siblings?”
I giggle at his diversion of how we’re doing this, I can’t help it. Instead of just letting go of my hand, Cage grabs my other, intertwines our fingers, then places them on the counter as he picks up his fork like it is the most normal thing ever.
I grin because you know what, yeah, we’re doing this, and I reply, “One, Kimberly, she’s fifteen and my little fighter. You?”
His lips tilt as I take a bite of his delicious food and moan because wow, and he admits, “A sister too, she’s twenty-one and a pain in the ass.”
I laugh, “She can’t be that bad?”
He hums and admits, “No, she is and always was. She has a thing for my uh friend and won’t take no for an answer.”
I wince and reply, “Yeah, I’m lucky with Kimmy, she’s my best friend.”
He smiles softly before he asks, “What about a job? What do you do?”
I grin wide as I admit, “I’m a pediatric nurse,” and his brows hit his hairline as I admit, “I want to study further and become a pediatric cardiology nurse, to help kids like my sister. At the moment I’m content at Wincher Hospital though. Donna works in the ER, and the rest of the staff are amazing.”
He furrows his brows and confirms, “Your sister has a heart condition?”
I nod as I swallow some pancake before I explain, “She had a hole in her heart, a condition called ventricular septal defect that is normally picked up either during pregnancy or after giving birth but Kimmy’s wasn’t. In some kids, the hole closes on their own and don’t need much medical assistance but unfortunately with Kimmy, that wasn’t the case. She was a year old when I found her blue in her crib.”
“Fuck,” he chokes in shock, “How old were you?”
“Nine,” I admit, wiggling my nose, “and I’ve been Kimmy’s protector ever since.”
Cage looks at me softly before he asks, “So you know a Dr. Conners then?”
I nod, again swallowing my food as he takes a bite of bacon, and I admit, “I do, though he works mainly with Donna unless he’s on nights, then he’ll sometimes be on my floor. You know him?”
Cage clears his throat before admitting, “I grew up with him, we’re uh, good friends, like brothers. He messaged me last night at the club and said, ‘You’re welcome.”
Cage raises a brow, and I know my cheeks are heating again.
So, Dr. Conners knew we’d click, huh?
Shaking my head, I admit, “I didn’t want to go to the club.”
“Not your scene?” he confirms, and I shake my head and confess, “Not really, but Donna thought I needed to go, and Dr. Conners convinced me. The man can be scary sometimes.”
Cage tenses and asks, “Is it the cut?”
I chuckle and deny, “No,” as I put my fork on my now-empty plate, my stomach full. I admit, “My first day at the hospital, he came in on his bike and I asked what it said on hisvest,” Cage winces and I hum and say, “Yeah, the look he gave me scared the little crap out of me, I thought I was going to shit my pants then and there. He gave me the same look last night when Donna blabbed that I didn’t want to go to the club that he owns.”
Cage laughs, and I grin wide before he tilts his head and asks, “So you’re good with the club then?”
I smile and nod and admit, “I am, my dad, he’s close with a brother,” I frown, “What’s his name, uh…. Damn, I can’t remember, I normally call him Mr. Garcia.”
Cage’s mouth parts a little before he says, “Butch, his name's Butch.”
