I sat on the stool next to the bed and rolled toward him. “And what is that?”
“See my arm?”
I looked at the firm muscles in his bicep and had to stop myself from licking my lips. He was built of nothing but solid muscle. I remembered exactly how hard and rigid every inch of him was.
“It looks fine to me. You shouldn’t waste the hospital’s time like this. There are real patients here.” I exhaled. “Brett, what are you doing here?” I wanted to sound pissed and angry. Annoyed that he had popped up while I was at work, but my heart was fluttering and my pulse was racing.
“Giving you facts. You work best with facts and science.” My eyes locked on his. Those dark pools of mystery that had already led me somewhere I didn’t think I should go again.
“I-I need more time.” I started to stand, but he reached forward and gripped my wrist.
“I’ll give you as much time as you need, but you’re going to marry me.”
His words made my heart beat faster. I staggered backwards.
“You can’t say things like that. You don’t know that.”
His arm circled my waist, snaking under my white coat. I sighed when I felt his fingers dig into my flesh.
“You know how it feels when we’re together.”
My knees almost buckled. Of course I knew. It was all I could think about.
I nodded involuntarily.
“I would take you right here and now, doc,” he whispered in my ear. The shivers ran down my spine and curled around to my pussy. I felt my pussy clench with want. “How easy would it be to lock the door and fuck you here?”
I swallowed hard. My mouth watering for him. “Brett,” I whispered. “It’s not about sex.”
“I know it’s not.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “It’s about what we’re meant to be to each other.”
“You’re going to leave me.”
He exhaled. “Yes. But I’ll come back. I will come back to you, doc.”
I closed my eyes. He didn’t know I had been left before. He didn’t know someone else had promised me forever and left me completely alone. Maybe it was the time I was the one who confessed.
“Sit.” I pointed to the bed.
He furrowed his brow. “I don’t really need an exam.”
“I want to tell you something.”
“All right. I guess that’s fair.” He withdrew his hand from my waist, turning for the bed. It shifted under his heavy weight.
I looked at my feet. I wasn’t sure how to get this out. “There was someone before you.”
I saw his fists tighten on his lap. “Ok. You never said you were a nun.”
I laughed. “No, I never said that.” I finally lifted my eyes. “You tried to explain to me where you’re coming from and I think you need to know where I’m coming from.”
He sat and listened.
“I haven’t been with a man for two years.” It felt strange to say it. “I swear, I don’t want to talk about him, or acknowledge him, but he made promises to me too. And he broke those promises, Brett.”
He tried to speak, but I raised my hand.
“I don’t miss him. I don’t want him back. But I can’t pretend he didn’t hurt me. I can’t pretend his betrayal didn’t do damage.”