Freaking pheromones.
“There. That should help until we can get you to the hospital.” He glances up with a lopsided grin, seemingly unaware of my lust-filled reminiscing.
“Thank you,” I rush out, my wide eyes directed at his face while I work hard not to focus on his features.
“I didn’t do much.” He stands and reaches for my good hand, pulling me up to meet him. “Let’s get you to the ER and…” He says more but with my line of sight trapped on the metal bar pierced through his nipple, I’m momentarily stunned. Another memory flashes through my mind—this one of the two of us flirting at the beach—and my breath hitches. God, it’s beautiful. His entire body is beautiful. Like a work of art. Chiseled from stone. Strong and—
“Blair?”
“Huh?”
I lift my gaze, cringing when I find Zane’s lips pulled into a smirk. “You always were fascinated by this thing. Even if it did take youmonthsto ask about it.” He bounces his pecs, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame. His muscles tense, making the bar move, and I can’t stop the rushed breath that escapes me. “Fuck, Blair.” Zane’s pained groan penetrates the silence and I smile, knowing he’s as affected as I am.
“We should go before you lose more blood.” He turns away until I reach out to stop him, the pain in my hand gone.
“It’s not hurting anymore. Let me have a look before we race over there. ERs are busy enough without people going in for a scratch.”
“It’s worse than a scratch.”
“Let me be the judge of that. Here.” I hold my hand out for him to remove his tee, my eyes locked on the wound instead of the chiseled abs begging to be touched.
His T-shirt could pass as evidence of a horrific crime scene, but when he peels it back, I’m pleased to find that I’m right.
“See, it’s stopped. I’ve got some magic glue at home.”At the home that I share with Nathan, but that’s not the point.“I’ll seal it up and it’ll be back to normal in a few days.”
“Magic glue?” Zane asks, his expression oozing with skepticism.
“Sorry, skin glue. I worked in pediatrics on one of my rotations and I changed the name. It’s the same thing. Either way, I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. I’m a nurse.”
“So you keep reminding me. And yet you almost vomited at the sight of the blood.”
“Because it wasmyblood. That makesallthe difference.”
“Of course, my mistake. I remember that being the case when we were younger. A certain surfing incident comes to mind.” Zane smirks and my eyes zero in on the curl of his lips, my throat thick with emotions.
“Enough talk of my misfortunes. Please change the subject.”The last thing I need is to be reminiscing about the first time things changed between us. A moment I will never forget.
“Don’t like talking about your blood?”
“Something like that.” I smile while my heart runs wild inside me.
“Okay. Consider the subject changed.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m guessing thatlover boydoesn’t have a piercing.” Zane changes the subject as asked and I choke on thin air, faking a cough to hide it.
“He doesn’t.”
“Shame,” he snickers as my gaze snaps to his, confusion in my eyes. “Piercings can be a lot of fun,” he explains, trailing off before lowering his voice. “It increases the pleasure.”
Oh, God.Heat flows through my body but I ignore it, focusing on his words. Are we really talking about my sex life? “For those that have the piercing, right? How couldyournipple piercing increasemypleasure?” I regret the question as soon as I’ve voiced it, but it’s better than where my mind really wants to go.
“I thought we were talking about Nathan.” Zane raises a brow, making me internally groan. “But I wasn’t talking aboutthispiercing.”
