The Doctor (Nashville Neighborhood, #1)

by Nikki Sloane

“What?” “Nothing.” I forced a laugh and reached for the towel. “It’s stupid.” He drew away, pulling the towel with him and out of my grasp. His expression went skeptical. “What’s stupid?” I groaned inside my head. If Greg and I were going to keep our relationship on the down-low, I needed to get a lot better at being a decent actress. My tone was sheepish. “I thought you were going to grab your phone.” He didn’t follow. “You thought I needed to call someone?” “No,” I squeaked out. Oh, God, I wilted with embarrassment. “You were staring at me like you liked the way I looked, and . . . You know.” Although he clearly didn’t. My voice was shallow. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He blinked away his confusion as he considered the statement. Then, his expression turned into something so lewd and exciting, it stole my breath. His bare feet slapped against the stone when he sped to the table, plucked up his phone, and hurried back to me. The smart voice in the back of my mind announced its concern but was instantly overruled as Greg held up the phone and studied the screen. He was so focused, and I held perfectly still as he moved in and shifted to get exactly the right shot. When the flash went off, I jolted with unexpected satisfaction. I’d never taken sexy pics of myself, and certainly not with Preston. But the concept of this filthy picture in Greg’s phone? It was so sexy. And then he showed it to me. I flushed hot all over at the image of myself sprawled out on the cushi...