Page 39 of See You Soon
I stand outside the room, trying to recollect myself. I watch Danny through the glass doors and he's in a black sweater with jeans. His hands brush through his beard while sitting on the hospital bed, reading a book. I’m hesitant and upset that he requested me, yet the heat I feel in between my thighs betrays me.
I take a deep breath and open the door, walking inside with new bandages and antibiotics ready to administer.
I clear my throat.
“Mr. Rider, I’ll be checking your wounds and evaluating your TBI symptoms. I’ll try and make this fast as possible.” I try to sound professional to hide my frustration. I refuse to make eye contact with him so I stare at the supplies in my hands.
He looks up at me and I feel the attraction I feel for him, pulling my vision toward his gorgeous face. He bites down, his jaw bending as he meets my gaze. I try to remain as expressionless as I can but once he stands up and towers over me I internally want to scream.
"Umm?" I mumble.
“Just say you want me shirtless, Ari. I thought you pride yourself on your honesty like a good little Angel?” He grabs my cross necklace, holds it in between his fingers, and smirks. Finally, he lets it drop back on my neck.
My eyebrows furrow and my mouth pops open and I want to run away. My heart starts to race, and I feel so hot I feel like I need to fan myself.He would use my religion against me.
“Danny.” I hiss.
He looks down at me as my eyes are upward, glaring fire at him. I bite my lip and a small hum escapes his throat. His lips curve into satisfaction and I freeze at his gorgeous half-smile. The noise that comes out of him sends me into a daze.
His finger tucks underneath his sweater and he pulls it off over his head smoothly, before sitting back down on the hospital bed. He has his back towards me and a grim reaper is staring back at me. The tattoo artist deserves an award for all the work they've done on Danny's body. It's so realistic it sends spooky vibes through me when I stare at it. Like at any moment, the art will come alive. That's how detailed the tattoo is, it gives me the creeps.
I start applying an anti-septic solution and we sit in silence. It's not that I don't want to talk, it's that I can't. Every time I'm close to him, I'm afraid I'll say the wrong things. I try to stay focused and not let this beautiful God-like man, distract me. He smells so damn good. His cologne fills my nose and I close my thighs tighter.
“I see you’re still working here.”
I roll my eyes.
“Yup and not going anywhere.” I snap.
“Life out here isn’t sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies.”
I sigh.
“Yeah, I can see that. As long as you’re here it’ll be anything but that.” I murmur. “All done. Now I just got to evaluate your TBI.” I back away from him and retreat to the other side of the room as if I had just escaped a shark circling me.
I take off my gloves and turn around to face Danny’s chest. He invades my personal space and I suck in a breath, holding it.
“Clear me.”
“What?” I rasp.
“Tell Doctor Diaz, I’m ready to get back to my team.” He demands.
I scoff.
“It doesn’t work like that.” I shake my head. I hate the way he thinks he can order me around. I try to move around him but he follows, trapping me with his body.
Suddenly, his finger’s below my chin, and tips it upwards so I’m looking at him.
His face is full of seriousness and smugness, just like the time he was antagonizing me at El Devine with Nora.
“The way you act so disoriented around me I think it’s you that needs to get evaluated for a TBI.” He says, his tone harsh, deep, and cold.
He pulls his hand away from me, watching me.
I can feel my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I’m afraid he can hear it.
I glare at him.
