Page 6 of Joshua
Chapter Three
Hazel
The door closes behind the sexiest male nurse I’ve ever seen in real life. I toss the paper cloth aside and dress quickly, even though my thoughts stray to him walking in on me partially dressed.
The pain in my vagina steals my breath, and I’m reminded of the wreckage down there. There is no way I’ll be having sex or masturbating any time soon.
“A fucking allergic reaction… ugh!”
Once I’m dressed, I tuck myself under the blanket a random nurse dropped off earlier and pull out my phone. I should be upset at Angela, but logically I know it’s not her fault.
Then again, maybe I should hug her. Afterall, her ill-advised product selection has allowed me to find my latest fantasy material. I didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered a little longer. I prefer to chalk it up to attraction and not morbid curiosity over my flaming vaginal cavity.
“Fuck,” I mutter and shift around, searching for a comfortable position.
A knock sounds on the door, and I call out, “Come in.”
“Dressed?” he asks through a crack in the door, his voice lower than before. Is he imagining me undressed?
I smirk. “Yeah.”
He stares at the lump on the bed. “Cold?” he asks and walks toward me with a paper cup in hand.
“Why’s it always freezing in hospitals?”
He smiles, and his eyes light up. Damn he’s beautiful. I could stare at him for hours, maybe even days. Nah, I decide on hours because at some point I’ll want to read.
“The AC is cranked up thanks to all the germs you’ll find in here, and the machines can get rather hot if not.”
“How do you stand it?” I ask and offer my hand to accept the pills.
He shrugs. “I’m used to it. My mom used to be a nurse, and she got in the habit of keeping similar temperatures at home too.” He shows me the medicine and drops it into my palm. “Benadryl for the allergic reaction, and ibuprofen for the swelling. Here’s some water to help it all go down,” he says and hands me a cup.
I toss back the pills, eager to have a solution to my predicament. Nurse Bradley takes my trash, but I grasp his wrist before he can step away. A zing of awareness flows from my fingertips and up my arm at the contact.
His eyes dilate, telling me without words he felt it too, and he tilts his head to the side.
“Thank you,” I manage to say.
“For what?”
I force my hand to release him and wave it around the room. “Making me comfortable. This entire situation has been embarrassing as hell. At no point have you looked at me with judgment, so thank you.”
“Things happen and I’m glad we could help. I’m sorry you’re in pain, but I’ll admit I’m not sorry you came in.” He whispers the last bit, but before I can react, he turns on his heels. He stops at the door and calls over his shoulder, “Rest. I’ll be back in a bit to make sure the medicine is helping.”
Leaning my head against the pillow, I stare at the cracked door. It’s been a hell of a night. Orgasms, burning sensations, and a hot nurse who I wouldn’t mind taking my temperature. I chuckle at the thought and blame my risqué imagination on exhaustion. My head lolls to the side, and I read the clock.
“At least I don’t have work tomorrow,” I mutter, and my lids flutter closed.
***
He runs his hand up my calf, his fingers pressing into my tired muscles. Promises of pleasure reflect in his eyes, and I can drown in their depths. I want to run my hands up his body, taking his top off as I go along. Will he have a six pack or be one of those rare men with an eight pack?
Maybe he doesn’t have either. Maybe it’s hard planes with faint lines I can trace with my tongue. Maybe I don’t care how firm his stomach is as long as I get to explore his body.
“Hazel.” He sighs, and I grip his shirt into a fist. Pulling him forward, my gaze zeroes in on his lips.
“Hazel…”
