I sit back down. Pull her foot into my lap.
Her calf is warm against my thigh. And her scent is everywhere now—that sweetness going slick and ready, and I can smell it. Can smell how much she wants this, wants me, and my cock is fully hard now, straining against my zipper.
I start wrapping. Focus on the bandage. Anything except the way my hands want to slide up her calf, her thigh, find the source of that slick heat.
“Lucas.”
I don’t look up.
“Lucas, I’m sorry.”
“Dr. Price.” Too harsh. “In this room, I’m Dr. Price.”
Her breath catches. I hear the hurt in it.
I want to take it back. Tell her I forgive her, that I never stopped loving her.
But I can’t. Because I did love her, and she left without a word, and I spent three days thinking she might be dead.
I tie off the bandage and stand.
“Lucas.” She’s not giving up. “I want to explain?—”
“Ice and elevation.” I’m at the door already. “Stay off it for a few days.”
I leave her sitting there with tears in her eyes.
The supply closetis dark and quiet.
I lean against the shelves and try to breathe.
She looked so tired. So different and so exactly the same. I wanted to ask her everything—where she’s been, whether she missed us, whether she ever thought about what she left behind.
Instead I wrapped her ankle and ran.
And the worst part—she was getting slick for me. I could smell it, rich and sweet, soaking through the clinical antiseptic of the exam room. My body is still responding, still hard, still aching for her.
I close my eyes, and the memory comes.
Senior year. Her bedroom. Afternoon light through the window.
She’s underneath me, bare and beautiful, looking up with those eyes. Trusting me. Wanting me. Her dark hair spread across the pillow, flushed and breathing hard.
“Lucas.” Breathless, squirming. “Stop overthinking.”
“I’m not overthinking.”
“You are.” She touches my face. “Just be here with me.”
So I try.
I kiss down her neck. That spot below her ear that makes her shiver. She tilts her head back, and I take my time. I want to remember this forever.
“I love you,” I murmur against her skin.
“I love you too. Now stop talking.”
I kiss down her body. Her collarbone. The swell of her breast. She arches into me when I take her nipple in my mouth, making sounds that go straight to my cock.
