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I might laugh if I wasn’t still so horribly turned on. Here I am abusing myself in his bed, and he’s worried about appearances. It only cements how utterly ridiculous I’m being right now.
“That’s a good idea,” I say airily, closing my eyes as his voice keys me up despite the innocuous words coming out of his mouth. “Sure.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he offers contritely, almost like he’s afraid the question is annoying me. “It might be a stupid idea.”
“No, no,” I argue. “It’s a good idea.”
God, how am I still this turned on from such an innocent conversation? Just his voice is somehow both worsening and relieving the feverish quality of my skin.
He laughs a little, a low, pleasant sound that trickles down through me to settle right at the still-throbbing bundle of my clit. “I figure the least I can do is make sure you get lunch since I didn’t feed you last night.”
Mayday. Mayday. Don’t think about last night right now.
“I wasn’t really worried about food last night,” I manage tightly.
“Neither was I,” he murmurs.
There’s a torturous stretch of silence where the prickling in my skin gets worse with every second.
“Okay...” My heart continues to pound as I listen to the sound of his breathing, spanning only a moment. “I guess I’ll see you later?”
“You’re... okay. Right? You sound off.”
I close my eyes. Surely I can’t tell him that I sniffed his shirt and suddenly lost my mind. He’ll be sending me packing if he thinks I’m over here developing some sort of unhealthy attachment to his discarded clothes.
“I’m fine,” I lie. “Just a little tired.”
“All right,” he says. “If you’re sure. I’ll just see you when you get here, then.”
I let him go before I completely ruin everything, dropping my phone to the mattress and staring up at the ceiling as I try to come to terms with what I almost did. It’s beyond the realm of what I thought I was capable of, what just happened. I’ve never doneanythinglike that.
But then again, there are a lot of things I hadn’t considered until this... agreement.
I don’t touch myself again, even as my bodyscreamsthat I finish—mostly because I am appalled at myself for getting so worked up over something as simple as thescentof Noah. That stretched sensation is still in my skin, and that pulsing is still heavy between my thighs, and even as I stumble to the dryer on shaky legs, sneaking Noah’s shirt into his laundry—there is still something that feels... off. Even if I can’t for the life of me imagine what that something is.
I don’t have to imagine anything,the memory of Noah’s voice whispers.You’re fucking beautiful.
A shiver passes through me. This is going to be a long day.
?“You don’t lookso good.”
I purse my lips, cutting my eyes to my right at a discerning-looking Parker. “Thanks.”
“I just mean, you look sick or something.”
“I’m fine,” I toss back. “Just worry about the computer.”
“Pretty sure they deleted the program icon from the desktop again,” he grouses.
I shrug, looking over the chart in my hand. “Well, I’ve listened to three different nurses bitching about it, so just fix whatever it is so I don’t have to hear about it anymore.”
Parker stops working on the buggy terminal behind the nurses’ station, eyeing me strangely. “Someone’s in a mood. Are you sure you aren’t sick?”
I screw my eyes shut, trying to block out the slight pounding in my head. It’s true that I have felt off since this morning, but what I’d thought was a bad case of being dick drunk had turned into more and more of a puny feeling with every passing hour. Maybe Iamgetting sick.
“I don’t know,” I sigh. “My head is killing me.”
“It’s probably your conscience trying to knock some sense into you about your recent sexcapades,” Parker quips.
