“What? I’m being honest.”
She shook her head, blushing, and god if that didn’t make me want to push her down into the pillows and—
Nope. Breakfast first.
“I’m serious,” I said, grinning. “You think you had it bad? I spent thirty-six fuc.king hours trying not to imagine your face when you came. I failed.”
Her expression softened for a moment, like she didn’t know what to do with that kind of raw confession.
Let’s change the topic before I have to run to the bathroom and take care of this,” I said smugly, gesturing toward my painfully hard co.ck.
“Tell me something about yourself. Why did you choose med school? Why do you want to be a doctor?” I asked and immediatly regretted it.
“Why did you ask me about med school?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “Because I want to know you.”
She h
