Doc: You still have time to back out of dating me. You never know what I might do in my sleep.
Me: Now you’re giving me a reason to tie you to the bed.
Doc: You have a one-track mind.
Me: It lives in the gutter when it comes to you.
Doc: How was your day?
I laugh when the message comes through. She still gets embarrassed whenever I start to make sexual advances.
Me: Long and hard. The same as my cock whenever I think of you.
Doc: Do you talk like that to every woman you try to impress? (I say try because I can’t imagine it working in your favor.)
Me: Nope, I only get dirty with you. (Admit it. It makes you smile.)
Doc: No.
Doc: Maybe.
Doc: Okay, fine. It makes me smile.
I let out another bark of laughter. Fuck, I’ve missed her.
Me: Send me a photo.
I wait for the photo to load and the second it’s clear I frown.
Me: Who the fuck is the guy hanging on you?
Doc: Sebastian. I’m having dinner with him tonight which means I have to go now or I’ll never be ready in time.
She’s having a dinner with another guy? What the fuck? Anger flares through me like a wildfire intent on destroying everything in its path.
Me: You’re not having dinner with him.
Doc: Why not?
Me: He has a cock.
Doc: So?
Take a deep breath, Jax. I press dial and wait for her to answer.
“I have to get ready, Jaxson.”
I can hear her moving around her room, and then the sound of water filling a bath fills my ears.
“Are you going to bathe now?”
“I am. I can’t go out smelling like half the hospital got stuck in my hair.”
I switch off the TV and walk to my room. Stripping out of my shirt, I say, “Put your phone on speaker when you get in the bath.”
“I can’t talk to you and wash my hair.”
“Doc, just put your phone on speaker.”