Page 29 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“Huh.”

Owen tips his head to the side. “What?”

“I’m admiring your ink. I hadn’t noticed this one before.”

“Tally, I’m pretty sure there’s several you haven’t seen yet.”

“I don’t know. I examined every inch of you last night...and this morning.”

He props himself up, his gaze flitting to where my fingers trail along his ribs. “Oh, that one.”

“The symbol of doctors. An odd choice for someone not in the medical field.”

Owen rolls onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. “Well, to be honest, it was my lifelong dream to be a doctor.”

For some reason, this piece of information doesn’t surprise me. Or freak me out like I expect. I prop my chin on his chest as my fingers trace yet another piece of skin art. “I think you would have been an excellent doctor.”

His eyes widen at my words. “I thought you hated doctors.”

“Not at all. Some of my closest friends are doctors. Just because I won’t date them, doesn’t mean I don’t respect and admire them.”

“Interesting,” Owen murmurs.

“Let me guess? You wanted to be a cardiologist? I can’t blame you. I adore the field.” I pepper kisses to his chest, taking his nipple between my teeth. “It’s not too late.”

“For what?”

“Go to school. Become a doctor. We need good doctors.”

His fingers slide along the length of my hair, and I lean into his caress. Christ, I’m as bad as Hecate. “But if I was a doctor, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“In bed after a night out? Sure, I would,” I joke, but Owen doesn’t return my smile.

“But I wouldn’t be here, would I, Tally?” He doesn’t let me answer, choosing instead to pull me into another heated kiss, his bulk rolling over me. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than next to you.”

I release a heated cry as he buries himself inside me, capturing my moans in his mouth.

At the rate we’re going, we’ll never need clothes.

* * *

“You can’t stop smiling, can you?” Stefani asks, popping her head into my office.

“Go away, I’m doing important things,” I volley back, but my friend plops into the vacant chair, a knowing grin on her face.

“So? Did you get your skirt blown up?”

I shake my head as a flush crosses my cheeks. If she only knew. “I’m not entertaining that question.”

“How was he?”

I don’t normally kiss and tell. Let’s be honest, in the last two years, there has been nothingtotell. But Owen is too delicious not to share. “He’s fantastic. Seriously. Our chemistry is off the charts, but it’s more than that. He’s become one of my closest friends.”

Stefani mouth falls open. “In a week?”

I nod, biting my lip. “It’s crazy, right? Tell me I’m crazy. Make me snap out of it.”

“No chance in hell. I like this version of you—all giddy and sexually satisfied. Good for you, Lu. Owen is quite the catch. What does he do, anyway?”

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