My voice is bubbly as I kick the door shut. “What are you doing?”
Dear God, that man is too attractive for his own good. Black hoodie, gray sweats, and a backward baseball cap? We might end up making a baby of our own tonight.
“I came down here to see my girl and walk her inside. Is that okay with you?” he asks sarcastically.
His girl?I swear my knees get a little weaker.
“As your physical therapist? No. As Lainey? Yeah.” I bite down on my smile as I walk over to him and step onto the sidewalk. “Hi.”
He murmurs with a dangerous smirk on those lips, “Hi, baby.”
Okay, I may have witnessed Jensen’s game over the years, but fully being on the receiving end is overwhelming. The way he’s staring at me, his pupils dilated and eyes hooded, I might combust in this very spot.
“Come on.” He gestures toward the building entrance. “I have a surprise for you.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “For me? Really?”
His smile widens, showing those pearly white teeth. “Yeah, for you. The first of many.”
I’m at a loss for words as he beams at me. “Thank you.”
He nods sharply. “You’re welcome.”
My body is one solid flush, reddening more as we walk inside slowly so he doesn’t push himself too hard on his crutches. We need that swelling to keep going down so he can get his surgery as soon as possible.
When we get into the elevator and reach his penthouse, my stomach is in my throat with nerves. I have no idea what to expect. His surprise can be food—which I would honestly be so excited about—or anything.
He crutches out of the elevator, moving faster than I’ve ever seen someone on crutches. “Come on. Hurry up, slowpoke!”
A giggle slips past my lips as I catch up to him, climbing the stairs right behind him. “What is it?”
Snapping his head back my way, he glares at me. “I’m not spoiling it when we’re ten steps away, you brat.”
“Hey, you like when I’m a brat sometimes!” I argue.
His eyes darken, and a smirk lifts one side of his lips, a dimple creasing in his cheek. “That’s true.”
Turning back to the task at hand, he leads me upstairs, past his room and the one I stayed in, continuing to the bedroom directly next to his. The door’s shut, and he stops outside of it.
“Close your eyes,” he murmurs, grabbing on to the doorknob.
I listen to him, shutting my eyes, my heart thumping in the side of my neck.
Hearing the door open, I resist the urge to peek as he guides me in front of him, positioned in the doorway.
His warm lips press into my ear as he whispers, “Open.”
CHAPTER 21
JENSEN
She’ssilent as her eyes flutter open, and I wonder if perhaps I overstepped or did too much.
But then she murmurs my name so vehemently and with such endearment that I know I made the right choice. “Jensen.”
Resting my crutches on the wall beside us, I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her into my chest as her eyes hungrily scour the unfinished room.
“I didn’t get everything, obviously, because I knew that you’d want to do that or at least have us do it together. I thought that this was a good start.” I kiss the top of her head, peppering her with love. “Do you like it?”
