Page 131 of Falling Out of Hate with You

“Twenty-four-year-old man,” I clarify with a shrug. “Not much has really changed.”

She laughs and before I can stop her, she leans in, brings both hands around my neck and pulls me in for a deep, greedy-as-fuck kiss. She has my body all kinds of fired up. My ribs may be broken, but my cock sure isn’t.

“Goddammit, Viola,” I growl, needing her to stop. I press my forehead against hers, our pants mixing in the air as we try to catch our breaths. “I think I need to go take that shower now.”A fucking cold one.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Well, it was suggested I either sit in the shower or have someone nearby to help in case I slip or get drowsy from the meds, and since we don’t exactly have a shower chair, you’ll have to be my on-duty nurse.”

“Should I put the uniform on for you and everything? Give you the full nurse experience?” The corner of her lips tilts up.

I smile. I fucking love her smart mouth.

VIOLA

Following Travis to the bathroom, I’m already drooling at the thought of seeing him naked again. I stare at him, admiring the way his jeans hug his ass. He glances over his shoulder and catches me.

“Eyes up here, nurse.”

I blink my eyes back up to his and blush as if I’d been caught getting into trouble. A cocky grin forms over his face, and I know he’s enjoying every second of my ogling.

Once inside the bathroom, I reach into the shower and turn on the water. Travis watches me as he begins unbuttoning his jeans. I watch as he pushes them down, but they get stuck at his knees. I step in and pull them down the rest of the way so he can kick them off. I slide my hand over his waist and grip the end of his shirt. I know he’s in more pain than he’s letting on, so I slowly lift his shirt so he can pull his arms out one by one. He winces slightly, and I cringe at the way raising his arms over his head causes pain.

“Are you okay?” I ask, fearing that he’s not going to be able to shower alone.

“A hot nurse undressing me? I’m more than fine.” He grins, and I roll my eyes at his inability to answer a serious question.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I scold. “This is strictly for medical purposes only.”

“We’ll see about that.” He nods his head down to his boxers, which is the only clothing left on him.

I nod, knowing damn well he can take his boxer shorts off. But if that’s how he wants to play it, I’m all in.

Looping my fingers underneath the waistband, I slowly pull them down his body. I kneel, but I keep my eyes locked on his. As soon as I have them down far enough, his cock bounces frees and is saluting to the ceiling. I swallow, fighting the urge to taste him, but I know I can’t start anything right now—as much as Idesperatelywant to.

Making eye contact with him, I watch as a smug expression forms over his face, and he stands with both hands on his hips.

“Are you sure you’re up for this, Princess?”

Blinking, I clear my throat and flash a forced smile. I stand and watch as he finally kicks his shorts to the side. “You really think you’re going to win this game?” I challenge, knowing exactly what he’s trying to do.

I will not cave. I will not cave.

“IknowI will.”

“You’ll never learn, will you?” I smirk.

He shrugs.

I’m not above needing to prove myself to him when I need to. I bring my fingers down to my jeans and unbutton them. He watches me intently as I remove them, and then I bring my hands to the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head.

“What the hell are you doing?” he finally asks.

“Getting undressed.” I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra.

He watches as it slides down my arms and falls to the floor.

“Why?”

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