My December Darling

by Lauren Asher

He beams. “Say that again.” I roll my eyes. “And feed your power trip? No thanks.” The sparkle in his eyes rivals the stars above us. “Please. At this rate, I will be begging for scraps of your attention.” “You call this begging?” My gaze flickers over his tall form. It takes me far more effort than it should to fake my disinterest, especially with the way he fills out his scrubs. “Consider me unimpressed.” “If you wanted me on my knees for the full effect, all you needed to do was ask.”

“My dad always does that for my mom,” she says it with a hint of apprehension, as if the confession might cost her something.

I think I have to stop reading this