pink.
I pushed up onto one elbow. “Sorry for feeling me up?” I finished for him.
He grinned. “That wasn’t feeling you up. When I feel you up, you’ll know it.”
When he feels me up…
I didn’t know what to make of that statement, so I stuck my foot in his face. “I need my shoes.”
He yanked off the tags from a pair black flip-flops. In the center of the straps was a cluster of sparkly gems. They were pretty, and he slid them onto my feet.
He picked up my shirt and looked at me.
I wasn’t wearing a bra.
After my reaction to him pulling my pants up underneath my hospital gown, I was positive if I took off this gown I would embarrass myself. Besides, I didn’t know him. I wasn’t about to go Girls Gone Wild and flash him.
“I’ll just wear this.”
He frowned. “Are you in that much pain?”
I shook my head. “I’m just sore from lying in this bed for so long. And my shoulder is a little banged up from falling.”
“You fell?”
I nodded. “In the chair. I was trying to stand and I knocked myself over.”
His eyes darkened to the color of storm clouds. “I wish I had gotten there sooner.”
Something inside me softened at the regret in his tone. “I think your timing was perfect.” I stood up and gave him a playful shove backward. “But I could have done without being thrown in the pool.”
“You sank really fast.”
“Ha-ha.” I gathered up my items, which consisted of my ruined pajamas and the shirt he brought me, shoved it all in the bag he brought, and then headed to the door. I tried to ignore the draft at my back and the way the oversized gown flapped in the wind.
He made a sound in the back of his throat and I turned, looking over my shoulder at him. “What?”
He was stripping off the slate-colored button-up he was wearing over a navy-blue T-shirt with the letters WFD (Wilmington Fire Department) on the front. “You can’t wear that.”
“I’m covered,” I protested.
“Barely,” he muttered and came closer, holding the button-up out like it was a coat and we were at some fancy event where the gentleman always helped the ladies with their evening attire.
He held it low enough that I was able to just slip both my arms inside, successfully managing not to bump my bandaged wrists, and then he slipped it up around me, his hands not touching me once.
Thankfully.
Okay, I was a little disappointed. It seemed my body liked his touch. In fact, my body practically hummed whenever he was around. It was beyond strange.
He made short work of the buttons, closing the shirt up around me in record time (making me think he purposefully took forever on that one button on my jeans), and then stepped back to admire his work.
The shirt hung to my knees.
He smirked. “You are tiny.”
I stuck out my tongue at him. “You’re just huge.”
He winked.
Heat flooded my cheeks because suddenly commenting on his size took on a whole new meaning.
Thankfully, the nurse pushed open the door and wheeled in my ride. I sank down into the wheelchair and positioned all my belongings in my lap, taking a moment to mourn the fact that everything I owned fit in a single shopping bag.
Down at the entrance of the hospital, Holt disappeared for a few minutes only to return in a truck that I was pretty sure I would need a ladder to get into.
It was huge. It was also cherry-red with not one spec of dirt on it. The rims on the giant tires were chrome, and I actually caught a reflection of myself in the front tire. The side of the truck said HEMI and by the sound of it, it had two mufflers on the back.
When he came around the hood, he laughed at me and the nurse. “You should see your faces.”
“You want me to get in that?” I asked dubiously.
The nurse leaned over the back of my chair and whispered in my ear. “Go for it, honey.” I glanced
I pushed up onto one elbow. “Sorry for feeling me up?” I finished for him.
He grinned. “That wasn’t feeling you up. When I feel you up, you’ll know it.”
When he feels me up…
I didn’t know what to make of that statement, so I stuck my foot in his face. “I need my shoes.”
He yanked off the tags from a pair black flip-flops. In the center of the straps was a cluster of sparkly gems. They were pretty, and he slid them onto my feet.
He picked up my shirt and looked at me.
I wasn’t wearing a bra.
After my reaction to him pulling my pants up underneath my hospital gown, I was positive if I took off this gown I would embarrass myself. Besides, I didn’t know him. I wasn’t about to go Girls Gone Wild and flash him.
“I’ll just wear this.”
He frowned. “Are you in that much pain?”
I shook my head. “I’m just sore from lying in this bed for so long. And my shoulder is a little banged up from falling.”
“You fell?”
I nodded. “In the chair. I was trying to stand and I knocked myself over.”
His eyes darkened to the color of storm clouds. “I wish I had gotten there sooner.”
Something inside me softened at the regret in his tone. “I think your timing was perfect.” I stood up and gave him a playful shove backward. “But I could have done without being thrown in the pool.”
“You sank really fast.”
“Ha-ha.” I gathered up my items, which consisted of my ruined pajamas and the shirt he brought me, shoved it all in the bag he brought, and then headed to the door. I tried to ignore the draft at my back and the way the oversized gown flapped in the wind.
He made a sound in the back of his throat and I turned, looking over my shoulder at him. “What?”
He was stripping off the slate-colored button-up he was wearing over a navy-blue T-shirt with the letters WFD (Wilmington Fire Department) on the front. “You can’t wear that.”
“I’m covered,” I protested.
“Barely,” he muttered and came closer, holding the button-up out like it was a coat and we were at some fancy event where the gentleman always helped the ladies with their evening attire.
He held it low enough that I was able to just slip both my arms inside, successfully managing not to bump my bandaged wrists, and then he slipped it up around me, his hands not touching me once.
Thankfully.
Okay, I was a little disappointed. It seemed my body liked his touch. In fact, my body practically hummed whenever he was around. It was beyond strange.
He made short work of the buttons, closing the shirt up around me in record time (making me think he purposefully took forever on that one button on my jeans), and then stepped back to admire his work.
The shirt hung to my knees.
He smirked. “You are tiny.”
I stuck out my tongue at him. “You’re just huge.”
He winked.
Heat flooded my cheeks because suddenly commenting on his size took on a whole new meaning.
Thankfully, the nurse pushed open the door and wheeled in my ride. I sank down into the wheelchair and positioned all my belongings in my lap, taking a moment to mourn the fact that everything I owned fit in a single shopping bag.
Down at the entrance of the hospital, Holt disappeared for a few minutes only to return in a truck that I was pretty sure I would need a ladder to get into.
It was huge. It was also cherry-red with not one spec of dirt on it. The rims on the giant tires were chrome, and I actually caught a reflection of myself in the front tire. The side of the truck said HEMI and by the sound of it, it had two mufflers on the back.
When he came around the hood, he laughed at me and the nurse. “You should see your faces.”
“You want me to get in that?” I asked dubiously.
The nurse leaned over the back of my chair and whispered in my ear. “Go for it, honey.” I glanced
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