A young doctor unexpectedly finds herself forced to indoctrinate into a paramilitary organization, where a stoic hero silently falls in love. Slowly, he earns her trust. The love between them burns away the darkness of the past and acts as a beacon...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Another fit of giggles sounded from upstairs, melting my heart.
Aldric laughed, snapping a cleaning rag at Arthur. "Anna is showing Ryn those pictures of you in a dress."
"It's not a dress. It's a cotton floral print nightgown." Arthur corrected, twirling daintily before punching Ric with enough force to bruise.
Aldric swiveled, returning the punch.
Olivia perched on the table beside me and rolled her eyes, scooting further away from the brawl.
"No fighting! BOYS!" Mrs. Sullivan scolded from the other room.
They stopped immediately. "Sorry, Mom," they said in unison, letting go of each other, grabbing the towering stack of dishes, and disappearing into the kitchen.
Liv raised her foot, pressing her toes into my torso. I winced, pushing her foot aside.
"Your fault for fighting; don't cry to me about the pain." She said, dismissing my discomfort.
"When have I ever cried to you about anything." I scoffed.
"Never." She returned, pressing her toes back into my torso.
"Liv." I huffed, pushing her foot aside again.
"You seem charmed by the Doctor." She said playfully. "Maybe we can all have a good time together." She dropped her voice seductively. "Do you want to be our patient? We can take all your pain away and make you feel really good." She said in a breathy voice. "Can you handle the two of us at once?" Her eyes dropped to my dick, then raised back to my face. "I bet you can." She continued, blinking up at me through her dark lashes, trailing an index finger across my chest.
I grabbed at her wrist, removing her hand from my body.
Her touch felt disgusting on my skin as my head ran wild with impure thoughts of all the things I wanted to do with Ryn. Love burned in my chest, and lust twisted in my gut.
Anger flared towards Oliva, whose words felt like an insult to everything I felt for Ryn. Liv has no right to degrade my feelings into something so meaningless and primal.
"Stop," I warned in bright, burning anger.
Her playfulness melted immediately, and she jumped off the table, squaring with me.
"You like her." She accused in a surprised whisper.
I gapped at her, slack-jawed and stupid.
"You do!" She said incredulously.
I scanned the room to make sure we were alone. I opened my mouth to deny it, but I couldn't. The words refused to form on my lips. Instead, I itched to correct her – I don't like her; I love her.
"Olivia, I care about Ryn, and you're the only one that knows. It needs to stay that way. I'm asking you as a friend to mind your own fucking business and stay out of this."
