e a p

idiculously s

me aching, since we came so freaking close and yet f

Casey and I have been together for three months, and it's been hell trying to f

r this equally amazing man. Though we've been dating for three months, Casey has never pestered me for sex. He understands me. Has always been there for me. Sometimes

" he says gently. "Is it still the f

is question shines light on a new idea. "Yeah," I say, nodding. "I still feel pain

for you,

w. But Doctor Storm started this

s eyes drill holes into me as I make my way inside while he waits in the car, and a swoosh of guilt seizes me once again. But when I step into the bright hospital lobby and

needs t

it through.

map on the wall. Carts of medical supplies trundle past, pushed by por

learn the layout? And why do all the corridors

rumble. If he's not

hoes squeaking against the linoleum. If all else fails, I'll close my eyes and let my pu

urb'. I'd turn around on the spot, sweet aching or no, because I've been raised to respect doctors' tim

in there. No one to

om lip and knock

ng across the floor. Those green eyes are wide, and he stares at

After yesterday? Oh god, did I blow what

crosses the room in a few strides, then ushers me inside

uth i

bviously; I saw him at work the other d

pristine white coat clings to his broad shoulders; his charcoal tie draws a line down that toned stomach. Even

the skirt and knee-highs again is pushing my luck, because Dr Storm glances down my body

ou're always welcome here," he says, then visibly remembering

a grin. "I get it, Doc. You'r

he hospital corridors just to see the blush spreading over his cheeks. He shrugs

? Wh

world isn't crashing down around my ears. Like my sweet boyfriend isn't waiting for me in the park

of this s

's being confusing as hell. "Of course I don't regret it one bit. That w

e, and I'm surprised the posters don'

he's having. "No, I loved it. I want to do it again and agai

Little ID cards and a dangling wat

ious hurdle. I can always break up with him. Dad is the main hurdle. The only hurdle, really, because if we'd met any o

I say

nutes. "When were you planni

and I aren't serious. He's not g

r father seems to be

But he has to understand that I'm old enough to make my own choices. He'll get over C

. Let this

trusts Casey. He likes you

f time. He wouldn't be so pleased if he

tell him? Defi

steering me back toward the examination bench, that hungry glint back in his eye, "I won't be an experimen

lifts me up, muscles flexing, and Jeez Louise, how'

ng one fingertip on my knee before nud

crinkle-eyed smile. There he is. T

is a hurdle, whether we like it or not... I'm lighter than air as I beam a

g and hard and hungry, and my insides fizz as his tongue s

But one idea presents itself, right as my pulse throbs between my l

sa. Let's take it again. From the top. And