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“Because you want to know so badly.”

Troy frowned. “That’s a horrible reason. What the hell?”

Oscar grinned. “Because I know it drives you nuts not to know, you nosy ass.”

“I am not nosy!”

Oscar turned, smirking. “You might want to try that on someone who doesn’t know you better.”

Troy was distracted by the sudden display of Oscar’s naked body. His tanned skin caught the afternoon sunlight leaking through his bedroom window, the dark hair on his chest and stomach glistening. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his muscular arms and broad chest, the byproduct of the rather intense sex moments before.

“That’s what I thought,” Oscar said with a laugh.

Troy launched a pillow at him. “That’s not fair. You cheated!”

“And how did I do that?”

“By being all...sexy and on display.”

Oscar bent down, holding himself up on the bed with his hands. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

Troy rolled onto his back, breath catching as he lost himself in Oscar’s dark eyes. “Yeah, but you love it.”

Oscar chuckled, bending to kiss him. Affection, warmth, and any show that Oscar was crazy about Troy were saved only for those moments when they were alone. Yet Troy could never bring himself to care too much, not when Oscar was kissing him so deeply he felt he would never be able to breathe right again.

“Sorry,”Oscar muttered once they were in the hallway, stepping back to give Troy room.

“It’s fine,” Troy said softly.

Shaking himself mentally, Troy led Oscar down the line of examination rooms until he stopped at the one nearest the entrance to the clinic. Holding his tablet, he gestured to the exam room without looking up. His stomach twisted as Oscar stepped into the room. Troy closed his eyes, waiting until Oscar was up on the table before finally following him in, bracing himself for what was sure to be an awkward conversation.

“I didn’t know you were stationed here,” Oscar told him.

Troy snorted softly, closing the curtain. “I didn’t know you were the new person coming in. Dean always tells me I need to check the appointments, and I guess that came back to bite me in the ass.”

“Dean the other guy?”

“Yeah.”

Oscar’s dark eyes searched his face, sucking in his bottom lip.

Troy frowned. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re doing that lip thing, which you only do when holding back from saying something.”

Oscar’s lip popped out of his mouth with such suddenness it might have made Troy laugh under other circumstances. “It’s nothing.”

“Right,” Troy said, not buying it.

“Yeah,” Oscar grunted, brow furrowing.

Troy knew that meant Oscar was getting irritated, but he chose to ignore it. He returned to his tablet, pulling up the file attached to the appointment. At the top of the list of relevant information was a note from the last time Oscar had seen a doctor, including the words ‘full recovery.’ Troy blinked, looking up, and his breath caught as he realized what he was seeing.

“Your arm,” Troy breathed.

Oscar pulled his right arm closer to him as though it would conceal the missing half of his limb. “Just now noticed?”