“Charlotte,” I murmured as my fingers tangled in her hair. When she looked up at me with lust-filled eyes from under her long lashes, I knew I was fucked. This time, I was the one leading our kiss, and from the moment my lips touched hers, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to be able to stop.
11
CHARLOTTE
Damn!The man could kiss.
Even three days after Luke had dropped me home, leaving me with a kiss that curled my toes and frazzled my brain cells, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I hadn’t seen him or spoken to Luke since, but that was okay. We exchanged a few insignificant texts, but I was getting itchy.
“Just call the guy,” Liam smarted from where he was leaning against the doorframe.
“What? I’m not calling him.”
“Why the hell not? The way you’re staring at your phone, the way you jump every time it goes off, we both know you want to.”
“I’m not calling him,” I repeated, resolute in my stance.
“Again, why not? And don’t tell me it’s because of some bullshit excuse like, ‘I’m a girl I’m not calling’ ‘cause we both know, you’re a stubborn pain in the ass and being a girl’s never stopped you before.”
“It’s not that!” I protested, knowing it was totally that.
“It’s not what?” a deep voice asked as Liam edged into my office and the man we were talking about appeared looking sexy as fuck fully decked out in his uniform.
“Luke!” I exclaimed, my voice going disturbingly high.
“I’m going to leave you to … well, whatever it is. But, Charlotte?”
“What?”
“Remember, the doors don’t lock and the walls are thin …”
Oh, my god. I was going to kill him. And I was a doctor so not only did that mean I had access to the drugs to make it look like an accident, but there were enough sharp instruments around that I could make it painful too.
Luke chuckled and I felt my face burn in embarrassment.
Liam disappeared and Luke stepped in, leaving the door open behind him before burying his hands in his pockets.
“Hey,” he greeted, not looking so comfortable now either.
“Hi.”
It was awkward and I didn’t like it. Barely a moment ago I’d been caught red-handed daydreaming about the kisses he’d left on my lips. Kisses that left me breathless and turned me back into a giddy teenage girl, one I thought I’d left in my dust years ago.
‘What are you doing here?” I spluttered.
“I thought I’d stop by and say hi,” Luke replied, rocking on the balls of his feet.
“You did?” It genuinely surprised me to hear that.
“Well, that and we just brought in a kid who'd fallen off his bike and broken his leg.”
“Oh.”
“You didn’t call,” Luke commented, taking a step forward.
Consumed with nerves, I straightened my back and ran my hands down the front of my pale pink scrubs wishing I was wearing something that didn’t look like a sack.
