Mr Rude's Shortcake

Story of two medicos ....
I sat silent, my heart pounding out of my chest, and my stomach forming that familiar knot. I was enjoying his smell. I began to sweat when a veiny hand wiped it. It is his hand of course.

"Nervousness or hotness? What is making you sweat?" he asked.

"Hot-Nervousness" I answered. "Eyes to eyes shortcake" he said a bit commandingly. That was extremely hot and I turned pink. "Stop being Mr Rude," I said and turned away, trying to hide my blush.

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