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“I’m no good at this love business,” she blurted.
“Don’t spoil it. You were doing so well.”
“I guess, I mean, I’m willing to try, if…”
With his other hand he tilted her chin. Looked deep into her eyes. “Okay, I’m going to tell you how it is, since you’re clearly struggling here. I’ve fallen in love with you, Polly Fletcher. Which means you’re going to want to run and hide. And do everything to push me away. And you know what? I’m not going to let you. So now you’re here, pretty shoddily put together, if you don’t mind me saying, and looking like you’ve barely slept because you’re so fucking miserable without me. Just like I am without you—”
She almost wilted but his silver gaze wouldn’t let her go.
“I need you to agree that you won’t run, or hide. Not anymore.”
She breathed out on a beg. “Please don’t let me ruin this, just because I’m terrified.”
He rested his forehead against hers, whispered, “I will never let that happen.”
And then his arms came around her waist and hers snuck around his neck. For a second their noses nudged and suddenly they were kissing like they might both die if they didn’t.
When they finally came up for air, Solo growled, “I’m going to carry you up those stairs and make wild, passionate love to you.”
Polly peered over his shoulder into the house. “What about Carts?”
Solo’s beautiful eyes crinkled. “He’s not here. I think he stayed over at Judith’s.”
“Oh, the wicked girl, she said she was taking it slow.”
“Yeah, and you told me you never dated men you work with…”
With that, he picked her up, seemingly effortlessly, and carried her up the stairs.
In the bedroom, they kissed until they fell on the bed, his body hard and hungry and urgent. They needed to get naked, now. Obviously their hands agreed, as they both started a frenzied ripping at garments.
“Jeesh, what did you do to this zipper? You’ve completely mangled it,” Solo spluttered after a moment’s tugging at her dress.
Polly giggled. “I was in a hurry. I had to tell this random guy that I love him.”
Solo pulled back, eyes narrowed. “Come again.”
She bit her lip, swallowed hard and tried again. “I love him” came out on a weird, husky squeak. She gazed into those quicksilver eyes, placed her hand on his cheek, felt the muscle twitch. “I loveyou.”
“Oh, god, I love you too, you crazy, stubborn woman.” With a triumphant laugh, Solo tugged harder at the zipper. There was a loud ripping sound. In revenge she tugged down his pyjama pants. Soon there was nothing but the beauty of skin on skin.
“We’re going to be late for Dr Death’s Friday ward meeting,” Polly murmured, biting his neck as his body slid over hers.
“Mmm, it could look suspicious us walking in together with your dress cobbled together with safety pins.”
As she pulled him closer and planted a kiss right on the tip of his nose, Polly managed her last coherent words. “You know what, Dr J? I couldn’t give a flying fuck.”
