Page 4 of From the Moment We Met

Lilly turned to see the young surgeon only inches behind her; his dark gaze focused on her face. “Yes, Dr. Torres?”

He held up a necklace. “You dropped this.”

Lilly’s hand flew to her neck. “I didn’t feel it fall off, thank you so much! That’s my talisman, it’s so important to me.” She reached her hand out to grasp the chain, but he held it out of her reach.

“Turn around, I’ll put it on you.”

Lilly’s heart beat faster, but she obliged, pulling her long dark hair over one shoulder. She trembled when his fingers slid along her neck, pushing a few errant strands out of the way. “Thank you.”

“You smell amazing, I always meant to tell you. Absolutely intoxicating.” He leaned in closer, his lips hovering at her ear.

Now Lilly’s heart raced like a freight train. “I’m not wearing anything.”

She felt his breath against her skin, his lips barely brushing her neck. “It’s you that’s intoxicating.”

Lilly’s mind went blank as she struggled to think of some response, any response. His fingers were warm against her skin, and Lilly’s body reminded her how many months it had been since she last engaged in any type of sexual activity. She turned to face him, their bodies mere inches apart. “I’m just ordinary, Dr. Torres.”

He ran a finger along her jaw, a smile drawing up the corners of his mouth. “Lilly, there isn’t anything ordinary about you.”

Damn, but he was beautiful. His dark, almond eyes, perfectly chiseled face, thick, dark hair—a perfect specimen. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, sir,” Lilly murmured.

Dr. Torres chuckled. “I’m never wrong about these matters, and I think you’re gorgeous too, Lilly.”

Lilly’s flush increased. He had heard her statement to Sabina about his classic good looks. “Oh God, you heard that.”

“It made my day. I’ve been dying to get to know more about you since my first day at St. Luke.”

“Me?”

“Yes, Lilly, you.” He drew closer, and Lilly realized he was going to kiss her—in the middle of the damn locker room. Do I want to kiss him? Her body screamed in the affirmative, but her heart balked at the action.

“Lilly, are you in here?” The door flew open, and the couple jumped apart. Ben stood in the doorway, a knowing smirk on his face. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Lilly sent her friend a look of death, her face turning fifty shades of red. “Of course not—”

“Lilly dropped her necklace. I returned it to her,” Dr. Torres interjected, a rueful grin on his lips. “I need to get scrubbed in for surgery. I’ll see you both later.”

Lilly averted her eyes from Ben’s stare. “Can I help you with something?”

“I didn’t realize you and Enrique were so friendly,” Ben chortled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” God, she was an atrocious liar.

“Sure, you don’t. I figured the good doctor had a thing for you.”

Lilly huffed. “He doesn’t have a thing for me.”

“You were kissing just now.”

Lilly spun on her heel, mouth wide open and gaping, as she searched for a retort. “We weren’t kissing!”

“You would have been kissing in another five seconds. I’ve got impeccable timing,” Ben quipped.

“We weren’t—”

Ben pulled his friend into a hug. “I’m all for it. The man is gorgeous, brilliant, talented and single. What’s not to love?”

“It’s not a match-up. Anyway, why don’t you pursue Dr. Torres if he’s such a catch?”

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