Page 74 of Catching Feelings

“It’s good to have a baseline. Same for me.” He presses his mouth to mine and moans. “This week’s gonna suck. I don’t know if I’ll have time to see you before I leave for Philly on Thursday.”

“That’s okay. You need to focus on football.”

Miles steps back and opens my car for me. When I’m behind the wheel, I look up and take my coffee mug and lunch box from him.

“I’d rather focus on that ass.”

I hide my smile and start my car. “Thank you for last night, Miles. I had...fun.”

“Doc. It was more than fun and you know it.”

“Maybe. But imagine the fun we could have had if we had a third nipple.”

?CHAPTER NINETEEN

ROWAN

I’ve had the best sleep the past few nights, despite missing Miles. It could be from the multiple orgasms he gave me Sunday night, or it could be from the ridiculously comfortable mattress he had delivered to my apartment Monday night.

After removing my old mattress and box spring and setting up the new bed, the delivery crew wouldn’t accept a tip from me, saying it’s already been taken care of. Shortly after they left, a box arrived with new sheets and a simple gray comforter set. A queen set to fit the new bed that barely fits in my room.

Between the orgasms, the sleep, and the daily texts from Miles, I’ve had an extra bounce in my step all week at work and the other nurses have been teasing me about it daily. Of course they guessed it was because of a man, but I haven’t admitted to it. Not before I talk to Riley and Kendall. And I will. Soon. Just not yet.

I want to live in my fairytale fantasy world for a little bit longer before they warn me off about the dangers of falling for a playboy who will most likely break my heart.

Do I believe him when he says he likes me and isn’t interested in seeing anyone else? Yes. Do I believe he really likes me? Yes. Do I believe the powerful chemistry between us will last forever? Sadly, no.

But I’m proud of myself for giving it, giving us, a chance. It’s unlike me. It’s out of my comfort zone. Miles Buckingham represents everything out of my comfort zone. He’s loud, loves being the center of attention, is insanely hot, a consummate flirt, and knows his way around a woman’s body. The latter because he’s no doubt been with dozens, if not hundreds, of women.

We’re not a picture of opposites attract. I’m not his polar opposite, but I don’t see how we’re compatible either, other than our desire to make other people happy. He does so with laughter and jokes, and I do so by listening and caring for them.

Still, I’m proud of myself for being a little selfish and giving in to the powerful lust between us. He’s texted me daily—multiple times a day—with a newwould you ratherquestion.

I like that our conversations are light instead of heavy. I have enough of that in my life and need the distraction from the pressure my family puts on me. It’s nice when they go radio silent. It’s when my phone blows up that I know I’m needed once again.

Needed, but not appreciated.

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