Page 305 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“That’s definitely a positive.” He grinned and wrapped his arms around my bare body and pulled me into his side. “But it’s not the only reason.”

“What are the other reasons, then?” I asked and moved my gaze up to meet his eyes. “I mean, you know that I don’t date, and I definitely don’t do long-term relationships.”

“I’m curious,” he stated and quirked a brow. “Is there a reason you don’t do long-term relationships? Or have you always felt like that?”

I shrugged. “I had a long-term relationship a while back, and let’s just say, it didn’t end so well. I learned a lot from that relationship, specifically the fact that I’m just not a relationship kind of girl.”

“Mind if I ask what happened?”

“I lost myself,” I answered honestly, and for some insane reason, I found myself giving even more details. “It wasn’t a healthy relationship. I gave, and my ex took, and before I knew it, my entire life path had changed because I was always putting him and his priorities first. I’m sure you’d be surprised to find out that I was actually pre-med in college. I had big dreams of being a pediatrician.”

“You would be an amazing pediatrician.”

I studied his resolute gaze. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” he answered without hesitation. “You’re extremely intelligent. You’re easy to talk to when you’re not trying to read me the riot act,” he teased, and I laughed. “And I can imagine you’re amazing with kids.”

I sighed. “Well, too bad there’s no going back on that one.”

“No going back?” he questioned. “You’re not even thirty yet, Low. If becoming a physician is something you’re passionate about, you can still do it.”

“Pretty sure that’s a dream I need to let die,” I muttered. “Anyway, now I’m curious,” I announced because, hell, I needed to change the subject. We were talking about me way too much. “Why do you want to keep going on dates with me? I mean, you’re not exactly a relationship kind of guy.”

“Because I like spending time with you,” he answered, and his words dripped of genuine honesty. “And deep down, I know you like spending time with me, too.”

I scoffed and laughed at the same time. “God, you’re so full of yourself.”

He grinned again. “You know you like hanging out with me,” he retorted, and even though he was right, there was no way in hell I was going to give in to his argument. “We have fun together.”

“Naked fun,” I corrected. “The parts where we’re both dressed is usually just kind of meh.”

He chuckled and tickled my rib cage. I tried to squirm out of his hold, but he just held on tighter.

“Admit it,” he said. “You like spending time with me.”

“I like having sex with you.”

“And spending time with me.”

“I like when you cook me pancakes.”

“And spending time with me.”

I stayed silent, and he tickled my stomach this time.

“Jesus Christ, stop it!” I said once the tickles became too much.

“Say, I like spending time with you, Scott, and I’ll stop.”

“Never,” I said through panting and giggling breaths. “Stop it!” I shouted and tried to wiggle myself out of his arms, but his biceps flexed tighter.

“Say it, Harlow.”

“No!”

He didn’t say anything after that. Instead, he flipped me onto my back with ease and straddled my hips with his naked body. He grinned down at me while his strong hands held my wrists gently to the bed.

“You know what I think it’s time for?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes.