Fate was a cheeky little bitch. She went and picked a fated mate that wasexactlymy type, didn't she? Perhaps I should've had more faith in her.
Now the problem was how the hell to break the news to Miguel. Humans didn't believe in fated mates, and on top of that, even if he did accept the existence of demons, I doubted he'd be thrilled to find out he was destined to be with one.
I mulled this over as I stared at Miguel's cute face. And his cute lips, and tousled hair, and...
"Doctor?"
"Yes?" I asked.
"I've completed the tests. Here are the results."
She was already done? How long had I been standing here, mesmerized by Miguel?
I didn't get flustered easily, but I felt a bit flustered now. Still, it was Deb of all people. She was about as non-judgmental as a rock. If she noticed me silently fawning over this particular patient, she didn't comment on it, thank the devil.
"Thank you, Deb."
I glanced at the results. Mild alcohol in his blood, not enough to warrant a fall unless he was an extreme lightweight, and judging by his sexy pudgy belly, I assumed he wasn't. There were no other signs of external trauma. Maybe a little bump on the head, but nothing serious.
The news thrilled me. My fated mate was in good shape. But the real test would happen when he woke up.
Slight motion in the corner of my eye alerted me to Miguel's rousing. This was a good opportunity to see how alert he was. I purposely started a redundant conversation with Deb to watch his reaction.
"Again, Deb, can you please tell me what happened?" I asked.
Deb raised a brow but replied, "The people who dropped him off said he, erm, 'ate shit' and fell right in front of them. Their words, not mine."
"Did they see him hit his head?"
"Yes. They said they were, I quote, 'surprised it didn't crack open like a watermelon.'"
I grimaced. "What a charming mental image." By now, it was clear Miguel was fully conscious and, thankfully, alert enough to eavesdrop. That was an excellent sign.
As Miguel's eyes landed on me, my heart clenched with excitement.
"Oh, look. It appears he's waking now."
* * *
After I suggestedMiguel catch up on more rest, I hid in the doorway and watched him sleep. Creepy? Maybe. Did I care? Nope.
By now, my heart was soaring. The conversation with Miguel solidified the feelings simmering in my chest. He was, without a doubt, my fated mate—and before the night ended, I intended to claim him one way or another. Just the mere thought of some other gnat of an alpha flirting withmyfated one incited my demonic rage.
But there was a blaring neon sign of a problem. Doctor, patient, et cetera. As much as I wanted to leap on the hospital bed and pleasure my mate, Miguel had to officiallynotbe my patient before I made my move.
Demons aren't known for their patience, but I gritted my fangs and beared it. Thank the devil he was well enough to discharge tonight. If he needed a prolonged stay, my license to practice medicine might've been in jeopardy. I doubted the legal system would take kindly to my argument of 'sorry, Your Honor, I'm a literal demon and this man is my fated mate, and therefore Ihadto give him a blowjob in the hospital bed.'
It was another hour before Miguel roused. My heart skipped a beat as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Fuck, he was adorable.
I strode back into the room. I didn't miss the way his eyes widened when he saw me. It was true that many humans thought I was sexy—it's a demon thing—but of course, it was never mutual. Until now. Knowing Miguel was attracted to me was thrilling.
"Hello, Miguel," I said. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." He gave me a shy grin. "Thanks for suggesting a nap."
Relief filled me. I was glad to see his condition improve.
"Excellent," I said. "Your injury wasn't serious, so you're free to leave whenever you like. If you're feeling sore at home, you can take a regular painkiller."
