“He’s my attending. My captain—boss—whatever. I can’t think about him like that.”
Jin chuckled, “Sometimes I forget that the square country boy is still in there.”
“Shut up.”
“Do you know if he’s…?” Jin gestured with his cocktail to the gay club.
He tensed. “I don’t know. We don’t exactly have time to talk about our personal lives.”
Jin looked disappointed and made a pouty, irritable face, carefully making a show of sipping his cocktail. He had something to say and was clearly biting his tongue. Wyatt nearly growled in frustration at him.
“Just say it,” he bit out.
Jin side-eyed him. “Do you want it rough or do you want me to spit on it?”
Normally, Wyatt would’ve laughed at the crude statement, but his heart was racing too quickly, and he impatiently shot Jin a stern look.
“Do you remember Professor Lewis?” Jin asked.
He stilled, unsure what point Jin was trying to make by bringing up their old English professor. “Yeah.”
“Do you remember how hard you worked in that class?”
Wyatt shifted on the balls of his feet. “Yeah. So?”
“There’s brown-nosing, and then there's what you did. You got a little obsessed, honey. Working yourself to the bone to get him to notice howgoodof a student you were…” Jin hummed. “Sound familiar?”
Wyatt sucked in a breath and let it out steadily.
Shit.
“Dr. Donnelly is your new Professor Lewis. Do you remember what happened after your precious Professor praised you after our final?” Jin snorted. “I do. You were a walking hard-on for an entire weekend. I don’t think I ever partied that hard in my life, trying to keep up with you. You fucked half the basketball team… and I fucked the other half! I thought I was going to die in the arms of muscles. It was heaven.” Wyatt slunk onto the high-top table, grasping the horrendous cocktail and swallowing the entire contents in one gulp, hoping to avoid tasting it.
This all felt so glaringly obvious.
Why hadn’t he put this together himself? Probably because he spent the last several years in the torturous throes of medical school, then his internship, followed by working his ass off for the last three years at the rural community hospital, and now at one of the toughest hospitals in the city. Coming up for air and having fun felt self-indulgent, if not impossible.
But this was more than that.
This was basic self-reflection, which apparently he wasn’t doing.
“Honey, you got a kink. A couple, actually. Praise, but only from men you want to razzle-dazzle. Key word: men, not boys.”
Wyatt had been hung up on earning Dr. Donnelly’s praise every day for the last six months, and it also explained why he was such an awkward mess whenever he was near, which was a lot. They were sometimes rubbing shoulders while working on a patient, or Dr. Donnelly would watch him perform a procedure with his concentrated, steady gaze.
Wyatt suddenly imagined himself in bed, those penetrating dark blue eyes on his cock while he stroked himself into fucking oblivion.
His entire body shivered, followed by an irritable curse at himself for allowing this to happen.
How could I have been so fucking blind?
I can’t have a crush on my senior attending.
Wyatt thumped his head on the table. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m so fucked.”
“I’m sorry,” Jin finally said. “I didn’t mean to go for the jugular.”
He straightened, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw and cheeks, trying hard to get that image of sweaty, ruggedly handsome Dr. Donnelly out of his head.
