Brad’s face spread into that cocky little smile of his. “You’re gonna make me work for it, huh?”
“You bet,” I shot back, reaching for tissues and cleaning myself up before tugging my bra and scrubs back into place. “Rest up, bad boy.”
“Only if you come back soon."
“We’ll see,” I replied, giving him one last grin before slipping out.
But I didn't come back. For two nights, I stayed away. I told myself it was because I had days off and needed rest, but honestly, I wanted him to miss me. I wanted him restless and aching the way I was. Because truth be told, my own head was spinning with him.
By the time I walked back into the hospital for my next night shift, I was elated. When I was done with the urgent matters, it was time to go see him. I brushed my hair, smoothed my scrubs and checke
