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"You seemed to like me just fine when you were—"
I slap my hand over his mouth, silencing him.
He laughs quietly, his sleepy eyes tracking across my face. How it's possible for him to be even more attractive in the morning, I don't know, but he is. There's just something…delicious about seeing him all rumpled and messy. This is a side of him not many get to see, I think. The real him, not the one hidden behind his lab coat and confident smiles.
"How did your surgery go?" I ask, tracing the shadows beneath his eyes with my fingertips.
"Good," he says. "My patient is going to be fine."
"That's good," I whisper, relieved. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Why pediatrics?"
"I played football as a kid," he says, watching me intently. "My best friend was on my team. He collapsed during a game one day. He had a heart condition no one knew about." A shadow passes through his eyes. "He was nine years old and went into cardiac arrest."
"Oh, Tate," I whisper. "Did he–?"
"They were able to save him," he says. "But he had to give up sports, live life on the sidelines for most of his childhood. I decided then that I wanted to be the guy who kept other kids from going through that, so that's what I did."
"That's really sweet," I murmur. "Are you still friends?"
"We are." He smiles at me. "Kaiden works in the film industry. Believe it or not, he's a former stuntman."
"Seriously?" I gape at him. "He was a stuntman with a heart condition?"
"He was," he confirms, amusement lighting his eyes. "He retired after he was injured during a stunt. Now, he does a lot of stunt coordinating and training." He runs his hand up my thigh, sending a shiver through me. "What do you do, angel? You work for Troian?"
"I write choose your own adventure romance games for the app-development side of her family's tech company," I murmur, watching him through my lashes as he plays with the hem of my t-shirt. "I've been with them since they bought my first game." She didn't even bat a lash at the fact that I was still in college. As soon as she played through the game, she and her dad hired me on the spot.
"Choose your own adventure romance?" He quirks a brow at me. "What the fuck is that?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like. I write a bunch of different storylines and outcomes, and then users decide what happens at various stages of the game. Do they go home with the hot firefighter or go home alone? Do they flirt with the single dad next door or slam the door in his face?" I explain, smiling. "They're a lot of fun to write."
"Are they dirty?"
"Sometimes."
He grins at me, waggling his brows suggestively.
"How dirty?"
He would want to know that.
"Well," I say, pretending to think about my answer. "I used to be involved in this secret club in San Diego. It was by invitation only. Some filthy things happened there. Like this one time, four different men took–"
I squeal when I land on my back with him on top of me.
"If that sentence ends with them doing anything to you, don't even think about finishing it," he growls, his eyes flashing holy fire at me. "And I need to know the name of this fucking club so I can burn it to the ground."
"I was just kidding, Tate," I say, caught off guard by the intensity in his gaze. I didn't intend to make him jealous, only to tease him back a little. "There was no club or four men. There were no men, for that matter. I'm, um…" I squirm.
"Say it," he growls.
"I'm a virgin," I whisper.
"Not for long," he says, slipping a hand between us to cup my sex. He grips it in his palm, his touch possessive. "This part of you is mine, Samara. No one sees it. No one touches it. No one eats it or fucks it but me."
