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After a moment, her face tilts up, and her eyes meet mine. I see exactly what I was hoping for. Curling my hands around hers, I tug her closer to me, never taking my eyes off hers. It isn’t until she glances down at my lips that I grip her hips and lean in. Her lips are soft and warm, perfectly welcoming. It takes me a second to do more than just melt into the feel of them, my whole body relaxing into the kiss. But then she lets out the sweetest little sigh, and the heat spikes to a thousand. Pulling her body flush against me, one hand lifts to sink into her hair and tilt her face up. With the
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She smiles, though there’s a tinge of sadness in it. “Because if we’re both honest with ourselves, you aren’t even going to remember my name tomorrow.”
It isn’t until I’m watching him wheel out of the room that I realize I’m going to be alone in the building with a man who gave me the hottest kiss of my life but who doesn’t even remember my name.
Of course, I remembered her. I would’ve remembered her even if she wasn’t the last woman I was interested in. She looks even better now than she did that night at the bar. Which shouldn’t make sense, because a tiny dress should always beat out hospital scrubs. But it’s not the outfit, it’s…her energy.
“Sure, Doc.” I frown at that. I haven’t had someone call me “Doc” since… My eyes narrow as I study Roman, trying to see if he does remember me. But his face remains impassive, and after a moment, I decide it was just a coincidence.
“Oh my God, you do remember me!”
Suddenly overwhelmed—by emotions and familiarity—I lean forward and smack his arm. “Why on earth didn’t you say something?”
Even more surprisingly, I feel my body warm at the sight of it. “Not nothing,” he says in deep voice.
“You’re not going to smoke a fucking cigarette,” I growl at her. “Out of the two of us, I’m not the liar in this relationship,” she sasses back.
When I look up, Lily’s expression is downright giddy. I mean, she’s completely lit up. “Shut up,” I say, out of breath. She grins. “I told you so.” I aim a glare at her. “Whatever. A bet’s a bet.”
I raise my hands in surrender. “I don’t know why you’re getting defensive; I was the girl who liked going to the college library on Sundays for a ten-hour study day. I can probably out-nerd you by a thousand.”
“Please don’t tell me you still spend your Sundays reading clinical studies all day.” Not until you came along.
but I’m pretty sure Mrs. Wilson is whittling one of them down to a shank underneath the tennis ball at the end.”
I sniff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Liar. You did research on me, you little stalker. Admit it.”
Pulling in a small breath, she says quietly, “Touching you isn’t exactly exhausting.”
Once again, I nod automatically, trying to ignore the bubble of nerves in my stomach. Why the fuck am I so nervous?
When I frown in confusion, he jerks his head sideways. “I could see you watching me in the mirror.” My cheeks burn when I catch his meaning. “I…I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Time to finally put all that strength training to good use.” “One more of those and I might ‘accidentally’ kick you in the chest,” he returns with a glare. My focus is already back on his leg, my response unthinking as I mumble, “As your physical therapist, I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say I would gladly eat a kick to the chest and consider it a roaring success.” I hear Roman’s sigh above me. “I swear, your therapy methods need to be studied.”
“We just have to build that muscle memory back up. Ten thousand kicks and all that.” “Did you just quote Bruce Lee to me?” he asks, the amusement obvious in his voice. “Can’t say I don’t know my audience. Alright, other leg now.”
But then I snap my fingers and turn to look at Roman again, as if something just occurred to me. “Oh, before I forget. Wanna grab dinner with me this week?”
She twirls her own glass in front of her, clearly hesitating. “You could’ve come over with any line and I would have flirted right back.”
With the way she’s gesturing for me to follow her before I’m even done talking, I don’t think she was really asking. “That’s silly. I have my car here and nothing else to do tonight.
I’m not kissing her to feel something—I’m kissing her because she’s everything.
“God, yes. Please.”
“Lily, I haven’t even kissed a girl since the night I met you. I’m clean.
“Is that what you’re worried about? Performing?”
“Lily, you know what the science of this shit looks like. I don’t need to tell you I’m probably going to go soft or come immediately. My only goal is to make you come again in one way or another before you put your clothes back on and hopefully salvage what’s left of my male pride.”
“Do I need to remind you about the night we met? Because you and I both know I was just as hot for you last week as I was two years ago. So don’t you dare bring your injury into this.”
