Page 3 of Doctor Hot Mess

She looks up at me, hair tousled and lips swollen from our kisses. The sight of her sprawled across the crisp white sheets, all creamy skin and toned curves, nearly undoes me. I retrieve a condom from my wallet and roll it on as her eyes follow my every move.

"Come here," Harper beckons, voice husky with desire. I oblige, covering her body with mine. The feeling of skin on skin is electric, sending shivers down my spine.

I kiss her deeply as I enter her, swallowing her moan. We move together in perfect sync, finding a rhythm that builds steadily. Harper arches beneath me, nails raking down my back. "God, Jonah," she gasps, "don't stop."

The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure - breathless moans, skin against skin, and whispered encouragements. I lose myself in the sensation of her, the way she feels around me, the intoxicating scent of her skin.

"Harper," I groan, feeling myself getting close. "You feel so good, so perfect."

She responds by wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me in until there's no space left between us. Our rhythm turns desperate as we chase that final release.

Harper gasps, and her body tenses beneath me as she cries out, pleasure rippling through her. The sight of her coming undone, the way she clenches around me, pushes me over the edge. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, and her name crashes from my lips as I follow.

We collapse together, tangled in the sheets. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and our chests rise and fall in sync. I press my forehead to hers, still lost in the aftershocks, the lingering hum of pleasure keeping me tethered to this moment.

Everything is heightened—the warmth of her skin, the deep, rhythmic pounding of my heartbeat, the way she sighs, satisfied, against my lips.

Her fingers trace lazily along my shoulder, absentminded and soft, like she’s memorizing the shape of me. I should move. Say something. Shift the mood before it settles into something it shouldn’t.

Instead, I let my eyes fall shut, just for a second, just long enough to breathe her in. It’s dangerous—how easy it is to stay right here.

I press a kiss to her hair because that’s what I do. A little thing, nothing serious, just a habit. Women like that kind of thing. They like me. And they know the deal.

Harper isn’t any different.

Right?

She shifts against me, her lips grazing my jaw. “You okay?” she asks.

I swallow, clearing the rough edge from my voice. “Yeah, of course. You good?”

“Yeah,” she says, more like a question than an answer.

Her body is still wrapped around mine, warm and inviting. Too inviting. If I stay, she’s going to get the wrong idea. Hell, I might, too.

I shift slightly to release myself from her and stretch an arm behind my head. "That was fun," I murmur, letting the words roll out like they always do. Smooth, light, and the perfect transition back to reality.

She’s quiet. It’s not awkward, just unexpected. Then she exhales a soft laugh, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "Yeah," she says. "It was."

That’s my cue. No weird expectations, no misunderstandings, but an acknowledgement that we both know this was just a fun end to a fun night. We’re on the same page. If anyone knows me, it’s Harper.

We’re good.

And that’s exactly how it should be.

TWO

Harper

Tuesday, February 3

UAB Hospital

1802 6th Avenue S

7:10 PM

The gun looks bigger up close.

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