Page 171 of Nobody's Girl

I must see who’s doing this. He’s too close. His mouth near enough to whisper in my ear is way to close. Okay, three, two, one. My eyes blink open.

Damn, everything’s blurry.

A tall shape hovers over me.

“There are those beautiful blue eyes. Keep them open for me, Alyssa,” the velvet voice speaks again.

In an attempt to rub my eyes, I pull a hand up, finding it hard, as there’s something attached to it. “What?”

My voice sounds terrible.

Something is held to my mouth and it touches my lips. A straw, maybe. I pop it into my mouth and pull on it. Water, thank you, God. I’m so thirsty.

The dark shape in front of me asks, “Is that better, baby?”

I nod, blinking more. Everything focuses. Dark brown hair is cropped close at the sides of his head and long on top. It’s gorgeous. His eyes are the color of emeralds. Dark, lush lashes surround them, making them even more beautiful. A perfect nose set between high cheek bones leads me to his full lips, the color of caramel. I wonder if they taste like that too.

Oh, what’s wrong with me?

“Who are you?” I ask as I gaze over his entire body, which is exquisite.

He’s dressed like a freaking fashion model. A white shirt underneath a black jacket, with slacks to match. I’m no fashion guru, but if I checked the label, I bet it would have the word Armani on it.

He has more muscles than I’ve ever seen in real life before.

What’s wrong with me? I’m with Kyle. It’s not right to look at this guy in this way.

He holds my hand in his as he sits on the bed next to me.

He’s my doctor, that’s who he is. Yeah, he has to be a doctor.

“I’m Eden Fontaine, Alyssa.”

“My name, how do you know it?”

His hand leaves mine to reach into his pocket. He holds up my cell phone, placing it on the table next to the bed.

“I saw what happened to you. I was coming down the road behind you when I saw you almost get hit by a truck. You fell backwards and knocked yourself out. Don’t worry. I called your parents and told them I was taking you to the hospital.”

My parents!

“Where are they?” I ask, trying to sit up, but he pushes my shoulders, making me lie back.

“You can’t move fast like that, Alyssa. You have a concussion. It’s not the worst thing which could’ve happened to you, but it’s still something that will slow you down for a little while. Didn’t your parents tell you my name?”

Huh?

“Why? I mean, how? What?”

The puzzled expression he gives me confuses me even further. “They told you about me, right?”

I shake my head, only once, though, because that really hurt. “Why would they?”

The frown on his totally handsome face is a sinful thing to see. Only happy expressions should show on that face. “I’m the son of their old friends.”

He’s the kid who’s staying the week with us? Damn, damn, damn!

He does not look like a kid. Not at all. He looks like a grown-ass man. A hot as hell grown-ass man.