He exhales heavily and finally looks at me.“It’s not that I didn’t want you here.It’s just that it feels a bit odd after the way you left the last two times.”
“It won’t be like that this time.”
“I’d like to believe you.”
“Ah, give me some credit, will you?”
He gives me a faint smile.“Okay.”
“I guess you had a long day.”
“As always.”
“Then relax.Go on, get comfortable, lie down while I make some tea.”
He eyes me, suspicious.“Why would you do that?”
“Because I want to.”
He studies my face, looking for a catch.
“Come on,” I say, gently steering him towards the bedroom.“I’ll be there in a minute.”
The Doctor heads to his room, and I search for what I need to make tea.I turn on the kettle, open the cabinets, and take out two cups, tea bags, and sugar.Then I open the fridge for milk.Once the cups are prepared, I carry them to his room.
The Doctor is stretched out on the bed in nothing but his trousers.My gaze wanders over his bare chest, his shoulders, the line of his neck, before finally settling on his face.He looks good— lean, defined, undeniably sexy.But it’s his face that ruins me.He looks every inch a man, but he still has that insolent manner that does something to me, that look that…
“Are you enchanted?”he says.
I cross the room and set the cups on the bedside table.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Doctor.”
“You seemed very… interested.”
“Maybe I am.”
“Do you want to come lie down beside me?”he asks, the slightest bit unsure.
“On one condition.”
“Go on then…”
“Would you read to me?If you like, if you’re not tired.”
His smile opens with hope.“Gladly.”
Something in me cracks open.
“Do you mind if I…?”I catch my fingers in the waistband of my jeans.
“Make yourself comfortable.”
“I swear I’ll keep my underwear on.”
He laughs, shaking his head, but when I slide off my jeans, the Doctor isn’t laughing anymore.I fold them over the back of a chair and tug my shirt over my head.His eyes stay on me as I move around the bed, sit down, and lean my back against the headboard.
“Won’t you be cold like that?”he says, teasing.
