Page 96 of Just (Fake) Married
I quickly gathered my clothes, wincing as I bent over. I put my underwear back on and gasped as even the pressure of that against me was somehow exciting.
I pulled the cups of my bra back over my breasts and tugged my sweater over my head. Backwards, but whatever. In the hallway bathroom, the sink turned off and I stood up, my jeans in my hands.
All of that had happened – the dirtiest, sexiest not quite sex I’d ever had – and I was still in my socks.
I pushed all my hair off my face and did the impossible, I looked at Ethan McGraw, walking back into the room carrying a glass of water and a warm wash cloth for me. Naked.
He was beautiful. And completely unreadable. Was he embarrassed? Was he weirded out by how much I came?
“I’m going to go,” I said, pointing at the door he’d just come through, in case he’d forgotten where it was.
“Okay,” was all he said. Still naked. That gorgeous fucking dick of his just hanging there between his legs, like everything was no big deal.
“Ahhhh…thanks?” I said, and that made him smile.
“No. Thank you,” he said.
“You bet,” I said, and then…I wish I was kidding. I wish this moment hadn’t happened and had maybe been a bad dream. Or a joke. But it wasn’t, it was real.
“See you around?” And yes, I gave him the finger gun before I opened the door behind me and got the hell out of there.
TWENTY-THREE
ETHAN
Mac: You should have seen Ethan’s wife at the town meeting last week. She’s going to be mayor one of these days.
Ethan: Her name is Harmony.
Mac: Well, we’re all going to be calling her boss. She ran a tight ship.
Seth: Ethan, what the fuck are you still doing in town? Don’t you have a job in Seattle?
Mac: He got fired.
Seth: WHAT?
Ethan: Not fired. Suspended. And who told you that? It’s a long story. I’m going back in three months.
Mac: I can’t reveal my sources. Instead of cutting people open, he’s giving the staff physicals and working at the clinic with Dr. Blackfeather.
Seth: You sure you’re going back?
Seth: Ethan?
Seth: Hellllooooooo?
Ethan: Of course I’m going back.
The phonebeside my bed rang, waking me from one of those intense dreams I always had where I was doing surgery…naked.
I think my problem was that I’d been sleeping naked every night in anticipation of another visit from Harmony. Only, eight days and counting and she still hadn’t knocked on my door.
We hadn’t talked about what had happened the next morning. It was almost as if both of us could read the room and had decided it was all a little too hot to touch.
She didn’t necessarily go back to avoiding me like she had after our wedding night, but we’d fallen into a casual politeness with one another that had me pulling myself apart at the seams.
Because beyond wanting her back in my bed, I also really wanted to be around her.
