Chapter 22

So I had to find other things to keep myself from obsessing over last night. I scrubbed the exam room from top to bottom, making it clean enough to perform brain surgery on the floor while not thinking about Liam’s brilliant smile or twinkling eyes or curious hands.

I made sure to restock the supplies while not thinking about long muscular legs or pale freckles sparsely sprinkled over wide shoulders, reminding me of the first stars blinking to life in the night sky. I definitely didn’t think about drugging kisses, panting breaths, or naked skin.

That was a lie, of course. Probably the biggest stinking lie I’d ever told myself, and luckily I was alone in the exam room while not thinking about all of that since scrubs did a lousy job hiding a raging hard-on.