This is a disaster. An absolute fucking disaster.
I’m no closer to befriending a nurse than I was yesterday. Emma thinks I have a screw loose. Autumn must think the same. The other nurse…um… Shit…I forgot her name. Crap! Yeah, it isn’t working with her either.
At this rate, I’ll never get access to those vaccinations. Drake is going to be so disappointed. Shadow is counting on me. So much hinges on this, and I’m inept.
Let’s face it, I can’t even offer someone a bowl of cereal without making it weird. Maybe offering someone cereal is weirdin itself. I’m not sure. I think it’s okay, but then what the heck do I know?
The door opens again.
I lift my head from the cabinet and turn, ready to apologize to Autumn for being a complete freak, but it’s not Autumn.
It’s Wren.
And she smells incredible.
Like vanilla and something sweet that makes my dragon take note. The fucker can go back to sleep. This is not something he should be reacting to.
“Good morning,” she says, her eyes moving to the coffeepot.
I grunt in response.
She moves past me to the fridge, and I catch another whiff of her scent.
Yum.
She’s not wearing her white coat yet. Just jeans that hug her curves in a way that makes me want to groan, and a soft blue sweater that makes her eyes look warmer. Her brown hair is down today, falling past her shoulders in gentle waves.
I force myself to look away. To focus on pouring coffee into my travel mug.
“Oh!” Wren’s voice is bright with genuine enthusiasm. “I love Lucky Charms.” She picks up the box and shakes it. “I even love the sound the cereal makes inside the box.”
I grunt in agreement because I like it too. When she puts the box down, I take it and shove it back in the cupboard.
I don’t offer her any, even though I want to. Wren is a no-go. I can’t be friends with her either.
Not happening.
My coffee is ready. Time to get the fuck out of here.
Wren picks up the pot and pours herself a cup. “There is only one thing better than the smell of coffee in the morning.” When I don’t say anything, she goes on, “The taste of coffee in themorning.” Then she groans, the sound shooting straight to my cock.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I nod once.
She gives me a shy smile and then turns around toward the fridge. Then she opens it, leaning inside.
Holy shit! My eyes are instantly glued to her ass and the way those jeans mold it. I shift my weight, my pants feeling tight all of a sudden.
I need to leave, and right now.
Instead, I watch as she stands, a tub of strawberry yogurt in her hand. Her top is tight around her chest. Fuck me, but she has great tits.
She looks like the sweet female next door, but with a body that— I need to stop this line of thought. More importantly, I need to stop looking at her like a stalker.
I grab my travel mug and head for the door, keeping my eyes straight ahead.
“Have a good day,” she calls after me.
