He shrugged as he pulled open the bedside drawer and rummaged through it. “Does anyone over the age of ten actually do that?” “You gonna let me be the first to sign the cast?” “I like the booty shorts.”įeeling vulnerable under his gaze, my traitorous cheeks heated. He flashed what I assumed to be his panty-melter grin. Drew must’ve felt the same since I hadn’t seen him in one either. The nurse who’d changed the bandage on my cheek found me a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt with the hospital logo. His eyes examined my cast and brace as he dropped into the chair beside me. “Do they let all patients roam the halls here or just you?” “Don’t get crazy now.” My lips kicked up on one side, an oddity given my current situation. “Does that mean you wanted me to stay?” His voice had dropped to a sexy tenor. He gripped the doorframe, teetering between the hallway and my room.
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