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Whoops, that one was loud enough for her to hear.
“Luke.”
The way she says my name is all that’s enough, but I’m still getting hung up on the fact that she said it at all.
We’re clearly not just a patient and a doctor anymore, however, and I think she knows it—subconsciously, at least.
“Just kidding. I’ll be down the opposite hall on the other end of the house getting the movie ready.”
She nods awkwardly, her eyes falling to the floor, and I let her have a moment to get comfortable.
* * *
Down in the home theater, I’ve got The Super Mario Bros. Movie pulled up because I think a little lighthearted nostalgic fun is exactly what the doctor ordered.
I’ve also made a bag of popcorn and have two beers waiting in the front seats.
“You have an actual home theater. Are you kidding me?”
Clara’s voice spins me around, and as soon as I do, my jaw drops.
Oh, fuck.
She’s wearing the pajamas she picked out, and I will admit when I saw them laid out on the table, I did not think they would look like this.
The slim shorts she’s pulled on are gray, hugging her ass with tiny slits up the sides of her thighs.
I can tell she must run because her legs are muscled and smooth.
The little gray tank that matches the shorts hovers right at the waistband, meaning if she lifts her arms, I’ll see that flat plane of her stomach.
Even better, however, is the fact that there’s not a bra in sight, and the doc’s slim breasts—small curves under the ribbed material—are on poorly veiled display.
Her nipples are fucking hard. I’m not going to make it.
It’s true she’s no Jessica Rabbit, but I’m still losing it over how effortlessly sexy she is.
Her short black bob showcases her neck, and it’s those damn peaks beneath her shirt that demand all the attention.
I’m desperate to know what they would feel like between my lips, how sensitive they are.
Stop. Come on, you promised.
Turning away to grab the remote—which, in reality, is a ploy to tuck away my erection—I clear my throat before I answer her.
“I like movies, and I like not having to go to the movie theater even more.”
I hear her pad up behind me, and then she slips by, taking a seat in one of the front chairs.
It takes everything in me not to grab her and kiss her right then and there, so instead, I distract myself by taking a sip of the beer.
“How’s Mario sound?”
When I look over at Clara, I notice the fluffed-up strands of her hair, tussled from changing, and the easy smile she’s wearing.
“Sounds good. But again, I’m not sure how long I’ll make it. I’m already tired.”
I cock a smirk, tucking a hair behind her ear. “You’ll be fine, doc. And I can always carry you back to your room if need be.”
