Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
As I turn, realizing, I’m staring into the mortified face of a woman I can’t believe is even here, my back hits the door, my hand misses the knob and I nearly smack my face against the edge of the door before somehow managing to get the hell out of the room.
Wide eyes from Ginnie meet mine as she pauses in the hall. I wave her off with the clipboard in my hand, pretending that my heart isn’t racing. That it isn’t attempting to gallop out of my chest.
“I’m sorry, all good now!” her feminine voice calls from beyond the door.
Composure. Composure. It takes two deep breaths for me to grab the door knob. Thank fuck I pause before turning it. I have to readjust and wait a moment longer before forcing a polite smile and reopening the door.
There was a professional response I was prepared to say. There was a moment of clarity that came over me before my gaze set on her once again. But the second I realize she is, in fact, Aubrey Peters the comment vanishes into thin air.
My heart races once again.
“I am so very sorry…” she swallows thickly and my eyes are drawn to her collarbone and then up to her slender neck before she finishes, “that was an accident.” She nearly whispers the last bit with a muted laugh lacing her tone. “I do apologize,” she repeats as our eyes lock and I struggle to gather my composure.
After clearing my throat, I manage, “Not a worry, Aubrey. I swear I didn’t see a thing.”
A short huff leaves her and her lips kick up into an asymmetric simper as she stares back at me. As if judging whether or not I did catch a peek of what was beneath her blouse.
My cock reminds me that I did and I lower the clipboard as I ask, “Did you need any help or?”
“No, no, I’ve got it,” she answers and clears her throat, glancing away as that beautiful blush creeps back up to her cheeks.
I pull out the short stool on wheels and have a seat, “It’s nice to see you. We went to-”
“High school. Of course, I remember you,” she says so easily, so sweetly and my blood heats remembering how much I coveted her from a distance all those years ago.
“You were good friends with Tommy.”
“Right right, you two dated back then.”
“Yeah…” she huffs out once again, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “Now you two are even though. Got to the same base,” she jokes and then her smile slips. “Maybe that’s a little too soon. A bit awkward,” she adds and then clears her throat, the smile slipping and a more serious expression replacing it.
With both hands landing on her knees, she asks, “So my blood work?”
“All normal,” I answer and flip the page to double check that I didn’t just pull that out of my ass.
All the memories of her across the cafeteria, all the moments our eyes locked and all the tension lays back in my mind as I focus on the checkboxes that run down the clipboard.
“Did you have any concerns?” I question her without looking up, hell bent on doing my job rather than falling trap to nostalgia. She’s probably married by now or at least has a boyfriend and she doesn’t need her doctor taking advantage of her.
She’s quiet a long time and I peek up at her, the paper rustling as I let it fall.
“No, no,” she answers quickly and then shrugs. “Just a checkup.” She licks her bottom lip before tucking it under, her teeth sinking into it.
My cock reminds me that I’m not just a doctor, but also a red-blooded man who has had a crush on Bree for as long as I can remember.
The clipboard clacks as I set it down on the counter. “Everything looks good, no need to adjust your diet, keep taking those vitamins and all should be just fine,” I offer her and then wonder what the hell I just said and praying it sounded professional because all I can focus on is the fact that my erection is only getting harder with every passing second of her hazel eyes on me.
“When you and Tommy broke up… you said you hated athletes, right?”
“Yeah,” she says and then lets her head fall back with a laugh. “Swore them off… even you.” I nearly quit lacrosse when I heard she said that. Would have lost my full ride to college.
To say I was head over heels for her is an understatement.
I let a beat pass, my heart pounding as I wonder if I should say it, but glance down at her left hand and think, fuck it, there’s no time like the present and she’s not wearing a ring. “You’ve never dated a doctor though, right?”