First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 6

ADDISON

Am I in heaven?

You see, when someone says 'apartment', you picture two rooms, maybe three. A dining room, kitchen, bathroom and TV room.

But this. This is the penthouse of one of the most expensive buildings in California! Yes! You heard me, Penthouse!

When you are a resident, you work hard and start getting paid. But I didn't earn that much, especially after repaying the loans I took. And I'm supposed to be one of the small number of lucky med students that do not have so many loans on their bank accounts. So, I never had an apartment this luxurious.

The view here is breath-taking. I took the private elevator that opens directly to the TV room, where there are floor-to-ceiling windows that allow abundant natural light to illuminate the living space. State-of-the-art kitchen appliances that absolutely made my knees weak. I love a beautiful kitchen, even though I suck at cooking.

The designs here are very elegant, sophisticated and stylish.

Everything is so clean, and surprisingly most of the things here are things I would see myself buying. I got scared last night thinking about living with a strange man in a strange house, but after seeing it, I feel like this could be my home. It is very homey and really my style.

And as for the strange man, I told myself to suck it up and do my job.

For example, the violet blankets and small pillows on the couch and beds are perfect. They are so soft and violet! It's the best color ever, don't argue with me.

Also, the mattresses are just the type I would buy, and I found these little antics and paintings decorating most of the rooms. I would definitely fill my house with little antics and paintings too.

Most of them are Spanish styled antics and paintings, which makes me admit that Diaz has good taste.

Ugh, that sexy, beautiful bastard with good taste.

Last night was confusing. Very confusing. I was trying to help him, then he goes and touches my chin like that. He was acting so weird, and frowning a lot. I never knew someone could be that grumpy. Well, maybe Scar.

What did he mean by never calling me Addie. And why did a chill run down my spine from his thumb caressing my chin, and hearing his voice this thick.

God, living with someone that hot is going to be hell, especially, when that someone is also my patient!

I go and check out the rest of the rooms here. There are so many rooms, I think five, or six with private bathrooms. I open the door to the one right across from the one I put my stuff in. It is... nice. A bit darker than the others. The bed is black. Black sheets, black covers and black headboard.

Why do I have the feeling he sleeps in this room? Mr. Always scowling. His annoyed expression makes me feel like I'm bothering him, but apparently this is Aaron Diaz. Frowns, grunts and golden freckled eyes that can cut through glass with how icy they can be. I get the whole 'Dark Prince' nickname thing now.

I start snooping around the room. I know I shouldn't, but give me a break, I need to know anything about him that is not from google. Something, anything that can help me open a conversation with him that doesn't end with a fight or with him acting like yesterday.

While I am snooping, the door to the bathroom opens and I turn around swiftly.

Oh. My. God.

He is in a towel. Aaron Diaz is wearing just a towel, and he's wet. He is...very wet.