Chapter 6

Donovan watched with trepidation. “Isn’t there pills I can take instead?”

Dr. Wood glanced his direction. “Thought you wanted to stop scratching today instead of next week.”

“Good point.” Donovan swallowed. He took the time to check out the man who’d proven that gods really did walk the earth—at least in Donovan’s view. The same dark hair and expressive eyes fit Donovan’s memories. The knee length white lab coat, khaki slacks, and brown loafers were new. In truth, Donovan preferred Dr. Wood back in that stream, nude, with droplets of water trickling down his chest and back.

The image triggered his cock to sit up and take notice. Donovan wiggled at the discomfort of a hard-on with the physician standing so close, needle in hand. He cleared his throat. “I’m not certain, but I might have overdosed on Benadryl.”

Dr. Wood cut him a look.