" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm traced my waist.
I...
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VESTA'S POV
After the terrible bathroom incident, I stood in the living room feeling like I wanted to evaporate into the air. Dr. Kim emerged shortly after, now fully dressed but still unfairly handsome in a black tee and slacks.
Now this was something new. He appeared like a boyfriend material than the last time I had witnessed him being formally dressed.
"Miguel's not home yet." he said calmly, as if he hadn't just been parading around half-naked. " He mentioned you two had plans tonight? "
I nodded dumbly, unable to make eye contact. The image of his toned, wet torso was making it impossible to formulate proper sentences.
But he didn't seem fazed by the awkwardness. "Why don't you have a seat and wait for him? I can make us some coffee , or anything you like. "
He gestured toward the plush sofa. I hesitated for a bit before sinking onto the soft cushion, hoping the ground would mercifully swallow me whole.
He moved to the kitchen area, my phone buzzed with a text from Miguel. My heart leapt, thinking he was going to walk through the door any minute. But my face fell when I read it.
Miguel: Hey babe, I'm so sorry but an emergency came up at work. I'm gonna be stuck here way later than I thought. Can we postpone our movie night? I feel awful.
I frowned, disappointment sinking into my gut. I've been looking forward to this cozy night in for weeks. Dr. Kim reappeared with a steaming mug of coffee, handing it to me.
"Everything okay?" His dark eyes scanned my face.
I couldn't hold back an agitated sigh. "Miguel's not coming. Work emergency or something." I knew I sounded annoyed but I couldn't help the sting of frustration pricking my mouth.
He settled onto the sofa beside me, not too close but close enough for my stupid hormones to rage back to life.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he murmured, voice low and soothing in a way that shouldn't affect me so strongly. "I know how much you two have been looking forward to this date night."
"It's not a big deal, it's fine." I mumbled.
Dr. Kim reached out, placing a large, warm hand on my knee and I almost jolted.
"You're allowed to be disappointed," he said, holding my gaze intently. "Your feelings are valid, Vesta. Little things matter. If little things can make you happy, it can disappoint you as well. "
A shudder trembled through me at the sound of my name on his lips in that deliciously husky tone.
This man was dangerous - dangerously kind, dangerously handsome, dangerously everything.
