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This may be a routine post-fall examination to him, but it’s not that to me.
I’m reveling in the spotlight that is his full attention. I haven’t felt quite like this since the last time I came to this part of the city.
That was the night he took me into the private room in the club.
“My left arm stings a little,” I admit, wanting to forgo the rest of his medical related questions.
I want to leap frog to the discussion we need to have about that glorious night when I came on his hand.
“I’ll check on it once you’re back on your feet.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Are you ready to give it a try?”
I glance around him. A few people are standing watch, most likely because I’m still wearing a mask.
It’s staying put though, because our close proximity to Club Skyn is a dead giveaway to where I was headed.
I actually did make it there, but the devil in the horrendous looking mask came at me full force as I waited in line. He insisted he knew me. When I politely told him I didn’t, he decided to bring up his dick.
He must think it’s a wondrous, unforgettable creature because he started describing it to a T, right down to a twisty vein that down the length of it.
When I stepped aside and told him he had the wrong girl, he pulled out his phone to show me a picture of said dick that he nicknamed “his dragon.”
Since he held the phone’s screen directly in my line of sight, I couldn’t help but notice hisdragonmore closely resembled a little lizard.
I brushed past him then, and that’s when he declared to everyone within earshot that he knew me from a dating app and we had hooked up once last year.
That felt too close for comfort because I had indeed hooked up with a blond-haired guy I met on an app.
I panicked and ran.
He chased after me, and Dr. Morgan came to my rescue.
“I’ll try, sir.”
A soft smile splits his lips, but as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes. “Lean on me.”
I do just that, using his muscular arms as leverage.
He scoops an arm around my waist as soon as I’m on my feet. “Can you walk?”
I hesitate before answering with an affirmative nod, and a murmured, “I can.”
“My place or yours?” he questions, a dangerous low tone punctuates his voice.
I gaze up at his face, the question I want to ask is stuck on my tongue.
“I need to tend to your wounds,” he explains like a responsible doctor. “I don’t see the need for stitches.”
“I have a first aid kit,” I blurt out.
“You live about the record store, don’t you?”
I’d find hope in his knowledge of that, but he’s related to my cousin’s husband. I’m sure Astrid or Berk has mentioned that Astrid owns an apartment above Vinyl Crush and I live there now.
“I do.”
