Page 81 of I Promise You
“Come here.” I pull her in, tucking her under my arm.
I lean down as she tiptoes to reach my lips.
I kiss her hard and fast; it’s short, but it’s long enough to feel myself getting hard again.
She’s my obsession and my newest addiction, but this time, I don’t want to be saved from it.
I kiss her one last time. Savoring this final moment I have with her before I leave because the reaper is calling my name, reminding me of the man I have to be in just a few moments.
“You take my breath away.”
I smirk in response, smiling against her lips.
“By the way, you’re my date to the upcoming military ball.”
“What? When?”
“It’s next week. I already bought you a dress. It’s in your closet, hiding in a box. I placed it in there before I left.”
“Okay then.”
“I'll see you soon, little angel."
“See you soon.”
I turn around, throwing the curtains to the side. I make sure she’s fully clothed before I open the door, my whole body way more relaxed than when I walked in.
She’s looking herself over in the mirror when I take my last glance at her, fixing her hair.
So fucking beautiful. She’s making it hard to leave.
Then I walk out of the door, ready to get back to fucking work.
I crack my neck side to side as I walk down the hall. I spot the entire team at the end of the hallway, lost in conversation. Rooker stands closer to the room I walked out of, guarding it.
Kane and Hannibal stand there awkwardly. Kane tries to say something to Daegan, but he gives a haunting glare back at Kane. Kane gets the message and shifts off the wall with his boot, walking away from him. Then I spot Lopez. He’s talking to a nurse, and it looks like he’s trying to woo her with his charm as he palms the wall, leaning on it, hovering over her, grinning. He plays with her hair as she blushes, her dimples deepening on her cheeks. I’m not surprised he holds this reputation.
I roll my eyes, but I can’t get upset… I’d be a hypocrite.
I just fucked my girlfriend in a hospital room against a wall a few minutes ago.
Rooker straightens his posture from leaning against the wall. He was on his phone, typing away, probably checking on Noel and his daughters. But when he spots me getting close, he tucks his phone away.
“Dehydrated, huh?” His voice is laced with playful accusation.
I walk past him, not bothering to stop, ready to leave the hospital, and he follows my steps, matching my speed.
“Severely parched… I almost had to be admitted.” I smirk, shrugging my shoulders, loosening the knots in my back with my sways.
“Right, and I’m having the shits. Do I have to get admitted, too?” He sighs, shaking his head.
He knows I’m spitting bullshit, but he doesn’t pry further. Rooker is the one I’m closest to, constantly calling me and the team out on their shit.
“I don’t know, man. I hear having the shits can lead to dehydration. Do you want to stop by Noel’s so she can…rehydrate you?” I raise a brow, pushing his buttons. “You guys live on base, right? We can stop by for five minutes.”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t know about five minutes,” he mumbles under his breath.
“You’re right. What was I thinking? Three minutes is your limit.” I roar with laughter before he pushes my shoulder, pissed off.
