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Clara doesn’t respond, but her cheeks light up a delicious pink color, and I know I’ve gotten under her skin again.
“Um.” She sits back in the chair, grabbing her drink. “I think I’ll be fine. Platonic, right?”
My chest pinches, but I shrug it off with a smile.
“Carrying you to bed isn’t platonic?”
When she narrows her stare at me, her mouth fighting against a smile, I look back at the screen and press play.
The movie rolls on, and Clara does end up falling asleep almost immediately.
I nudge her awake, offering that carry, but she just shakes her head and wanders off down the hall, still half asleep.
As she leaves, I whisper into the dark room just as the “Peaches” song plays.
“Goodnight, doc.”
* * *
Morning comes, and I head out to the living room to find Clara on the phone, presumably with the hospital based on what I can hear.
I busy myself with emails from the office while she wraps things up.
“Yes, thank you. I just need the two days off rotation to, you know—” Clara smiles as someone on the other end cuts in. “Yes, exactly. Thanks again.”
Spinning around, she notices my presence, and I immediately spot the way her eyes roam up and down my shirtless chest, and damn if it isn’t enough to get a semi going in my sweats.
“Morning, doc.”
Clara walks over, taking a seat at the island. “Good morning. So, um, I was thinking, since I am here, we should probably keep working to stretch your side muscles. I don’t want you getting stiff.”
Too late, Clara. Too fucking late.
Chapter 13
Clara
Luke’s smirk is too damn obvious when I say the word stiff, and I mentally kick myself for leaving that one wide open.
Sleeping here last night was damn near impossible despite the exhaustion, because every time I rolled over, all my body wanted to do was find Luke’s room and ride him like a damn cowgirl.
Stop that! You can’t. You know you can’t.
I’m still in the pajamas I bought last night, which, in retrospect, are way too skimpy, and Luke is just staring at me.
I know exactly where his mind is at because mine is right there, too, and I have to swallow down the need to kiss him again.
“We should work on your range of motion.”
Internally, I hope that clarification does some good. I push up from the island, gesturing toward the large area in front of the couch.
Luke doesn’t let that smirk drop for even a moment, and he comes around the island, walking past me with a chuckle.
“Oh, right, of course.”
I follow him over, shaking my head, and then we’re standing in his open living room.
He’s shirtless, with that mouthwatering chest on display, and these shorts do nothing to help me stay covered. I only know my nipples aren’t on full display, thanks to the simmering arousal.
