Damnit, why was he so hot?He kept his blond hair neatly shorn on the sides, long enough on the top to slick back in that dreamy,can I run my fingers through those locks?kind of way. His eyes were like an ocean in the late afternoon sun–a constant battle between blue and green, with flecks of gold. He had a cupid’s bow at the top of two inviting lips.
If I wasn’t a nurse and he wasn’t my patient, and we were at a bar, I might want to kiss. But instead, I was here. Professionalism stood between us while the rest of the room had to fit his inflated ego.
I cleared my throat, “Well, you know where the emergency button is if you need anything.”
“You’re breaking my heart. Is that an emergency?”
“No,” I said shortly as I turned and made my way to the door. My body burned with awareness, knowing his eyes were on my ass. Failing liver or not, his lowest organ worked just fine, and he had no shame in letting me know that whenever I checked on him.
hunter
Watchingher go left a Georgia-sized ache. I wasn’t sure when I fell in love with her. Since I couldn’t pinpoint it, I suspected it might have been the first moment I laid eyes on her. I remembered that moment. She’d walked into the room with a cheeky smile and said, “I hear you’ve been tormenting my co-workers.”
I was a sucker after that.
So, I made it my mission to wear her down. She had to say yes to me eventually. All those silly excuses she used to ignore the simmering tension between us were trash waiting to go out on garbage day. And I had every intention of kicking them to the curb alongside my faulty liver.
Grabbing the call button, I jammed my thumb down on it with a shit-eating grin. From outside the room, I could hear the soft laughter of one of the nurses—Dakota, I suspected. She was in on my plan and a full supporter.
“What’s wrong, Hunter?”
Georgia leaned over me to turn off the alarm, her breasts inadvertently rubbing along my arm. My cock jumped to attention, and as she straightened up, I grinned at her chest like that cat who’d gotten the cream.
She scowled immediately, crossing her arms. Holding back a laugh, I tried to keep a straight face as I said, “Gotta pee.”
“So? There’s the bathroom. Off you go.”
“I’m half-robot here. Can you help me? Don’t want to pull anything vital out, you know?”
Valid as the excuse sounded, I had been hooked up to enough machines in the last fifteen years that I was perfectly capable of going to the bathroom myself. I just wanted a reason to hang off her, touch her, and tempt her.
After a minute of staring at me, she finally sighed. “Alright, sit up.”
She gathered the lines that hung between me and my IV while I folded my length and swung my legs over the side of the bed. She stepped back to give me room before holding her hand out to help me.
“Ooh, you’ve been moisturizing. That’s good—especially in winter. Dry skin is unattractive.”
“Thanks for the beauty advice,” she replied dryly before I rose to my six-foot-three height, dwarfing her five foot two. And yet, she was the one who was supposed to brace me.
“Nivea? Olay? Oh, it’s Dove, I bet. I see those ladies' commercials all the time.”
“Have you worn out your conversation repertoire that you have to resort to body lotion brands?”
“Just making small talk, lovely—I mean,Georgia.”
She sighed under her breath, holding my elbow with one arm while holding the wires away from my body as we slowly moved to the bathroom. I took slow and exaggerated steps to ensure we spent the maximum amount of time together as she took care of me, per her job requirements.
“Did you mean it before? You’re getting a liver this time?”
“UNOS says they have one.”
“They’ve said that before, and it’s fallen through.”
“Doc assures me this time it’s legit, I’m top of the line, and no one can beat me. Too close to death at this point, you know.”
“And yet strangely, you seem healthy as a horse.”
“It’s positivity, Nurse Georgia. It’s good for the complexion.”