Page 65 of Dr. Damaged Protector

“You still have your arm around me,” I said.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, you let me know,” he said, then turned to look at me. “Do you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, not really,” I replied and snuggled against his shoulder.

“Good,” he gently rubbed my arm while we stared off into space.

I didn't expect it to be this easy. It made me feel like I had spent my time worrying about nothing. He didn't care at all what I did. I remember when some of my former bosses heard about my past and immediately started expecting similar favors to them…or giving me pitiful looks.

“By the way I hope you don't mind me asking, but when we met, were you still into that?” he asked.

“Yes, I was,” I affirmed.

“Would I have been a good customer?” he asked.

“To be honest I wanted to make you a client immediately,” I admitted.

I mean he did radiate like he had a very good amount of money.

“You should have made me one. I would have changed you though,” he said. “I wouldn't want you to continue a life like that. Someone as beautifully smart and capable as you are. I wouldn't phantom the idea of having any other man touch you.”

As he said those words, his grip on my arm tightened but not enough to hurt me. It was almost like he was reassuring me of what he said.

“You actually changed me,” I admitted. “It's because you were by my side that night. That I felt I could change. I had given up thinking my situation was bleak, but your words changed me.”

“And I don't know how to ever repay you for it,” I concluded.

“you don't have to,” he said, “Just take it easy on yourself at the hospital.”

“I'll try my best,” I promised him as I stood off into space.

Lucas has been nothing but supportive. I turned to take a good look at his face. Sometimes I forgot how handsome he was up close. His eyes held a grander view of the world. Even as he was loved by his staff at the hospital I could tell that there was loneliness in his eyes.

After sitting with his patients and everyone around him he would retreat into his own space. It felt like he also had secrets he was hiding and it was related to his family.

I asked myself,What exactly can I do for this man from the non-romantic date night, making sure I relaxed at work, defending me in front of his father, speaking highly of me to his staff and family members, and letting me know that you would always be there.

It was scary, but not in a bad way. I found myself slowly falling for him. My aunt had warned that I should guard my heart when it came to dealing with clients.But Lucas wasn't a client. So is it okay if I let my guard down a little?

“If you stare too much I might blush and giggle like a baby,” he said without looking at me.

“How could you tell I was staring if you weren’t looking at my face?” I teased.

He turned and looked at me. “You're still staring.”

“I just can't seem to look away.” I smiled.

He held my gaze, until his eyes lowered to my lips. My heart started pounding as I looked at him as well. Visions of the past times he had been with me in bed. I know I distanced myself from him, but I had moments where I craved him.

I had to control myself, control my urges. At that moment as his face drew closer I didn't have any conviction to hold back anymore. I closed my eyes and waited. His lips came in contact with mine offering me a moment of peace and release.

He bit my lower lip and pulled it to himself. I opened my eyes and found him staring, with satisfaction in his eyes. He grinned and let go of my lower lip, sticking out his tongue and licking my lips slowly.

“What's that flavor?” he asked. “Vanilla?”

“When I put on edible lip gloss this morning it wasn't for you,” I responded.

“Well, I guess it's for me now,” he said as he leaned in for another kiss.

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