Page 12 of My Pucking Crush

Shooting my gaze left, I find the bodyguard camped out right next to my bed, eyes shut and head sagging forward. The guy fell asleep. Some guard. My guard. Mybodyguard.

Luca...

My cock thickens, and I’m so confused I don’t know if it’s from the need to take another piss or something else. Cursing under my breath, I whip off the cover. The thin blanket falls off the side, hitting his leg and waking him up.

“What’s the matter? What do you need?” Luca’s eyes shoot open as reaches for his hip, like he’s carrying.

Damn, that’s a turn on.

But this is the second time I needed to piss and feel like a wuss who can’t hold it in. “I’m fine.”

“Come on.” Luca stands and starts unraveling my tubes. Is this guy a guard or a home health aide? “Get your morning business out of the way. I’ll get the doctor moving along to sign your ass out of here.”

“We agree on something else.” I put my hand up. “Seriously. Don’t touch me.”

His jaw tightens as he steps back, looking like Ipunched him in the face. “Did I do something to offend you?”

“No.” My eyes slip closed, regret swamping me. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to being...babied.”

“You think I’m babying you?” He steps out of the way. “My security team protects you guys because you’re commodities. I’m doing my job.”

“I know. I said I’m sorry.” I brush past him and take care of my morning business, feeling like shit.

When I get out of the bathroom, Luca has a steaming cup of something in his hand and is talking to the doctor.

A meal sits on a tray next to the bed. He got me breakfast.

“You’re being released in an hour.” Luca’s eyes scan me up and down. “You can get dressed. Need help?”

“No.” I twist around, looking for my clothes. “Thanks for getting food for me.”

“I didn’t. It showed up.” He finishes a cup of whatever he’s drinking. “I’ll give you privacy. If it’s all right, I’m going to hit the vending machine.”

“Honestly, Luca...”

“Luc,” he corrects me. “You can call me Luc.”

“Luc, I’m not hungry. My stomach is in knots. Take the food.” I push over a tray filled with yogurt, cereal, milk, and some kind of baked good wrapped in plastic.

Luca scans the tray. “I’ll take the yogurt. You should eat the cereal. The fiber and milk will settle your stomach.”

“You know how to work these tubes, you know about nutrition. Are you a doctor?”

He freezes and doesn’t answer me right away, but after a few seconds, he says, “I know how to take care of people.”

A nurse steps inside, all cheery. “Good morning. I’m here to remove your IV.”

“Thank fuck. I mean. Thank you,” I say to her.

She blushes. “No problem. I’ve heard worse.” Her warm hand strokes my skin, swiftly removing the line and pressing down on the wound dressing, but the touch doesn’t register like it should. “You’re all set. An admin will be here in a few minutes with your discharge papers.” She hesitates to leave, smooths her hair, and smiles. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I’m a big fan of yours.”

My chest tightens, I’m supposed to be laying low. “Thanks, darlin’.” I smile at her, pushing away the pounding in my chest from worrying I’ll be benched for the rest of the season.

Over her shoulder, I catch Luca watching us, his lips flat.

She’s not a threat. It’s like he’s...jealous.

What the heck?

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