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“Is it your shoulder?”
I nod, letting a tear fall.
His eyes hold his remorse, as does the downturn of his mouth. “Sin...sweetheart. I’m so sorry. Can you move?” Before I can attempt to, he says, “On second thought, don’t. I’ll get a doctor.”
Not thirty minutes later, the doctor, Anthony Samuels, comes into Royce’s suite. He’s around my dad’s age, African American, and extremely handsome. I’m over the moon when he examines me with the gentlest of hands.
With Royce hovering in the background, Dr. Samuels asks a few questions. I answer them, my voice creaking and cracking and I apologize to him if he has trouble understanding me
He pats my arm. Royce bristles.
“Don’t you worry about that, young lady. We’ll get the shoulder and your voice as right as rain in no time.” He turns to Royce,” Would you mind waiting in the other room?” Royce hesitates. At my nod, he goes, looking back to give me a worried smile before he closes the door.
Dr. Samuels turns his liquid brown eyes to me. “Now, would you tell me how you hurt your shoulder?”
I feel the heat from my blush rush up my neck and flood my cheeks. I pull at the hotel bathrobe Royce had carefully dressed me in. Despite the discomfort, I’d smiled at how he’d cooed over my hurt shoulder like a parent to an injured child. He’d even placed a kiss there.
And damn if it didn’t feel better afterwards.
I answer the doctor without meeting his gaze. “Uh... bathroom antics?”
My face burns with embarrassment. Not because of my admission—I’m not one to shy away from anything sexual—but confessing what I did with Royce has me heated up and ready for more.
Damn. I don’t think I’lleverget enough.
“Are you sure that’s it? Did he put his hands on you?”
Yeah, he put his hands on me. All over me. In me.
That’s not what he means, Gen.
My eyes snap to his as I snort out a laugh. “Trust me doctor,” I wheeze, “if he even thought about hurting me, he’d get a lot more than he bargained for.” There’s a firm distinction in my mind about how I want to be treated—in bed and out of it.
And nary shall the two meet.
I’ll gladly suffer through pleasurable pain any day of the week, but any kind of force, and I’m done.
The doctor throws back his head and laughs, deep and rich. The sound is much like Royce’s.
Only Royce’s laugh is so much sweeter to my ears. Probably because it’shis.
Lord, help me. I’m not sure I can fully trust if Royce feels any type of way for me.
And it’s unfortunate I feel way too much for him.
Bad Moon Rising
Royce
Dr.Samuelscomesfromthe bedroom, softly closing the door behind him. He hands me a square piece of paper. Below his printed title and practice information is the written chicken scratch of a medical professional.
He begins with no preamble. “Even though you aren’t related, Genesis has allowed me to relay her medical condition to you.” I look up from the paper to find him eyeing me sternly, as if he knows exactly how she came to be injured.
Guilt floods me in a rolling wave, making my throat close. “She has a pinched nerve… and of course, you are aware of her laryngitis.”
He nods to the paper in my hand. “On that, you’ll find a prescription for ibuprofen with diphenhydramine. It will relieve the pain in order to help her sleep. I’ve given her one already. Tomorrow, if her discomfort is unbearable, she can take another.”
I nod as if I’m taking it all in when, really, I’m crumbling inside. If I had just been less aggressive…
