Page 27 of Dirty Doctor
“Exactly.” I smile, running my hand down the middle of his chest.
He pushes my hand away and smirks. “You need to use the restroom,” he declares.
I rear my head back. “Excuse me?”
He gets out of bed, and I admire his perfect ass as he walks to the closet and grabs a robe for me. “Come on. Urinary tract infections don’t wait for real life.” I groan, getting out of bed and letting him put me in his big, fluffy white robe. Giving me a peck on the forehead, he ushers me into his ensuite.
“Sometimes I resent the fact that you’re a doctor,” I mumble, padding to the bathroom.
“Just be glad I know where your G-spot is, Langley.”
I stifle a laugh as I close the door behind me.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
LANGLEY
The next coupleof days pass quickly, and it’s a mix of sex, cooking, sleeping, and napping. Luke has the next two days off, so we spend our days walking around the kitchen naked, breaking apart only to eat, and then resuming our activities in the bedroom. Once or twice, he props me up on the counter and screws me senseless. I am beginning to crave sex for the first time in my life, and it feels like I can’t get enough of him.
On the third day, Luke surprises me with morning sex before his shift, quickly changing and rushing out the door so that he’s not late. I watch him drive away, hugging his robe around myself. Bella texted me that our apartment will be ready to move back in tomorrow, and I’m completely torn. This has been such a nice break from reality. We’ve created our own little bubble here, away from our parents, away from friends, away from everyone. I don’t ever want to leave.
But I always knew the fairytale would end. I have to prepare for my interview with Kellan Smith on Thursday, which is two days away. And if I end up getting that job, it’s going to be insanely busy. Add in Luke’s ER schedule, and I have no idea when we’ll see each other. I’m excited to get back to real life, but I’m worried it won’t have room for Luke.
I spend the day reading in bed, cleaning the house, and doing laundry. I tidy up my bedroom, clean the bathrooms, and wash all the sheets and pillows… especially the big red one. Mom and Howard sent pictures of their suite in Cabo in our family group chat, and I smile when I see Luke’s heart emoji. We’ve always had this family thread, but I never paid attention to Luke’s responses until today. Actually, if I’m thinking about it, I’m not sure he ever responded that often. And that makes me smile more—because he knows I’ll see it.
I make arrangements for Bella to pick me up in the morning, and I decide to cook dinner so that Luke doesn’t have to cook after his twelve-hour shift. I gather ingredients for the one thing I know how to make—pasta with roasted tomatoes and feta—and start putting everything together just before seven. I hear his car pull up just as I’m mixing the pasta together, so I bring it to the table and set it next to the simple salad I prepared.
Luke walks into the kitchen and suddenly stops when he sees me grinning from the table.
“Did you cook?” he asks, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cook.” Walking over, his lips brush mine. “Hello, by the way.”
I push him away. “I can cook,” I answer, feeling defensive.
“It looks delicious,” he muses, setting his things down on the counter and grabbing wine glasses and an unopened red wine. “You even lit candles,” he adds, obviously impressed.
I sigh, my hands on my hips. “I am an adult, you know.”
He walks back to the table and twists the cork off before pouring us some wine. “Oh, I know,” he says slowly.
We sit and eat, and I can’t help but imagine whatthiskind of life would—or could—be like. I’d work at Kellan Smith’s, he’d work at the hospital, and we’d come home to this beautiful house that he built by himself. Just as I’m thinking of it, Pip meows and hops up into my lap. Luke’s eyes soften when he sees Pip nudge my arm, purring loudly.
“I knew things would change the moment you met Pip,” he explains. “He hates everyone. Even Mom and Dad. But then you walked in, and it was like he missed you. Like he was waiting for you.”
My eyes water as I take a sip of wine, rubbing the spot between Pip’s ears. “He does seem to like me better than you,” I retort, my lips twisting to the side.
“Do you need a ride tomorrow morning?” he asks, changing the subject and taking a bite of the pasta. His sound of satisfaction sends a shock wave through me, and I have to squeeze my legs together. “This is delicious, by the way.”
I cock my head. “It’s my one claim to fame.” I play with the pasta, but I’m not very hungry. I can’t quite put my finger on what’s bothering me, but I think it has something to do with our time here coming to an end. “And, no. Bella is coming to get me at nine.”
Luke just nods, setting his fork down. “I’ll be at work. I should probably give you a key so that you can lock up.”
I don’t miss the way he says it—the way that sentence has two meanings. I shrug, trying to be casual about the fact that he wants to give me a key to his place.
“Yeah, that makes sense.” I move the food around on my plate as Pip jumps off of my lap, scavenging for any food I may have dropped while prepping dinner. “I can give it back to you later this week—”
“Langley.”
God, I love it when he says my name like that—commanding and frustrated at the same time.
