She looked at him reproachfully, but he pretended not to notice this as he kept her hand in his and they resumed walking.
"I remember now," she blurted out all of a sudden. "You said you...you said you did that because of a lot of things."
"I did."
She looked up at him rather shyly, and Kazeyuki had to fight off the urge to pinch his wife's cheeks because she was too, too adorable.
"Is there something you want to ask me?"
"You already know what I want to ask."
She was actually grumbling, and he...would have to add this to his list of reasons why she made him want to kiss her again and again.
"But fine—" She was still grumbling. "I'll bite. What things are those?"
He looked at her solemnly, and her expression turned uncertain—
"Things like...I missed you."
Then shocked—
"I'm grateful for you."
And now she was back to looking at him the way she had been looking at him from the moment God sent her to his operating room—
"I love you." His thumb rubbed over her knuckles as he said the words. "And..."
He waited until they were inside the elevator, reserved only for the use of specialists, and as the doors slowly closed—
Katherine gasped as she suddenly found her back pressed against the wall.
"It was to let you know there's more to come."
Katherine
I DON'T THINK I'LLever get used to this.
His lips on my lips, his hands on my waist, and...whoa!
The elevator doors are already opening, I'm still trapped between the wall and my husband's powerful figure, and it just happens to be the same moment that Nurse Prasida is giving a tour to an entire class of graduating med school students.
Oops.
Two dozen future doctors are standing in a neat little semicircle, clipboards in hand, lanyards around their necks, and every single one of them is now staring at us with the kind of expression that suggests their education has just taken an unexpected detour.
Nurse Prasida doesn't even blink. She's seen worse. She's seenusworse.
I gasp and try to pull away. I can't even make up my mind whether to apologize or say hello. But Kazeyuki...
He doesn't even hesitate. He only nods at Nurse Prasida like this is totally normal, continues to hold my hand as we walk past all the gaping students, and I can hear one of them whisper to another—
Is that Dr. Collington?
THE Dr. Collington?
With his—
But then we're past them, and the whispers fade behind us, and Kazeyuki's stride doesn't change, and my face is so hot I could probably heat the entire sixth floor, but as soon as we're inside his office—
