Page 63 of Doctor I Do

His velvety voice takes me away from my lost thoughts. “Just making sure you’re okay.” He shrugs and uncrosses his leg as he tucks his phone away.

“Oh,” I mumble, not knowing what else to say.

My mouth feels dry, and there is an awful taste, so I sit up and I expect to feel dizzy and sick, but I’m grateful that I only feel hungry and off. Not something I can pinpoint.

“Woah. Where are you going?” He moves fast to stand in front of me. It’s like since our near kiss he is more attentive, and I don’t know if I can handle it. I’m more confused than ever.

“Um. To get some food.”

“You feel well enough to leave the room, or did you want me to cook you something and bring it here?”

This is definitely too much caring for me.

“I’m okay. I need to get out of this room.”

“Need a change of scenery?”

“Something like that,” I mumble.

I stand and move toward the bathroom. And he’s right beside me.

“Thanks for helping, but I need to pee, and it would be weird for you to watch.”

“You want me to meet you out here?” he asks, raising a brow at me.

I shake my head. “Downstairs,” I say, knowing I need a minute without him clouding my head. He’s too tempting when he’s being all attentive, and I’m a hot mess from being this hungover.

He nods, and I go into the bathroom and close the door. A deep breath expels, and I decide to take a quick shower, brush my teeth, put some fresh sweats on, and throw my hair up into a bun. I know that will make me feel brand new.

Half an hour later, I’m making my way downstairs. The back of his head rests on the sofa as he watches football. I move to the kitchen to make plain toast with butter. His heavy steps come over, and my lips quirk as I look for the butter in the fridge.

“I hope you’re not over here offering to help, Doc.”

I find it, then turn to face him.

“Wouldn’t dare to.” He treks back to the sofa.

I turn to grab the bread before a big smile erupts on my face.

I can’t help the silly flutters that my stomach makes for knowing he continually wants to check on me.

I bring my food and more Hydralyte over to the sofa and eat. When I’m finished Alex puts a pillow in his lap.

“Here,” Alex says, patting it for me to lay down. It’ll be the only thing between me and his dick. Thankfully. But I don’t move. Sensing my hesitation, he rolls his eyes and smirks. “Come on I’m only offering you a place to lie down and relax.”

I lower down. I don’t have any energy to resist.

As soon as I relax, he flicks it back over to my reality TV show.

“I’m training you well,” I joke.

“Hey, you. None of that.”

A giggle rumbles out of me.

And he digs his hand into my ribs, tickling me. I wriggle around, trying to remove his hand to stop him. I’m laughing so loud, and his face wears the happiest grin. “You’re very ticklish.”

He stops, and I take short, sharp breaths, trying to recover before I ease back down. “Yeah, and now you know my weak spots.”

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