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Our eyes lock as I find his longing gaze reaching for me.

As my thumb leaves his mouth, it gives a smallpop.

Then he grasps my index finger, encircling his tongue around the tip of it.

His amber eyes ignite.

My breath shudders.

I lean in closer, a moth drawn to his flame.

A snake preying on a dove.

No one has ever performed an such abhorrent gesture in front of me.

Though I find his actions utterlyattractive.

Chapter 12: Brielle

Play With Fire, (feat. Yacht Money) Sam Tinnesz

I rush toward the hospital, each click of the cobblestone placing images in my head of the recent events that transpired. The images dance across my brain in a panic-filled fashion.

Everett’s warm mouth surrounding my finger.

His eyes igniting with passion.

The way I felt perplexed by the vast array of emotions that flooded my system during our encounter.

Not to mention my anxiety over how and when he was going to kill me for slapping him.

I am still convinced he gifted me that dog to potentially end my life, maybe had some sort of commandat the ready to have it rip me to shreds—possibly even devour me in my sleep.

You’d like him to devour you, wouldn’t you?The fleeting but abhorrent thought crosses my mind, causing me to stop in my tracks and lightly slap myself. Jesus, he’s turning me into a pervert!

What on earth am I going to do? My mind is swirling with so many conflicting thoughts as I open the hospital door. Before I can step forward into the hospital, I shriek as a hand lands atop my shoulder. Turning, I find Dr. Brendon’s baby blue eyes. His slender frame is standing behind me, his arm outstretched and his hand on my shoulder. His white lab coat is tucked underneath his leather jacket. His brown hair is cut in a military fashion and a stethoscope adorns his neck.

He looks wounded by my shrieking, but I doubt he would understand my reaction, nor appreciate that a man was fondling my fingers a few moments ago, while his flowers had been delivered during my brief period of perversion.

A very grand gesture, I must say, though not as grand as Everett’s.

“I am so sorry to scare you.” His hand is still on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You all right?” His eyes fill with so much compassion, concern and care.

I sheepishly smile and replace a fallen hair behind my ear. “Yes, sorry, just tired from working so much. Thank you for the lovely flowers by the way. No one has ever done that for me before.”

His smile widens as he steps closer. I can smell the citrus and sandalwood scent from his cologne. “So…how about dinner this Friday? You don’t have to work, do you?” His voice carries so much anticipation.

Nodding my head, I reply, “I think it would be lovely. Meet you at seven?” as we enter the hospital together.

I’m greeted by the busy ward. Staff members swiftly move from room to room, then I spot Tilly waiting for me outside the break room. She gives a small wave as her beautiful smile lightens the dark and depressing hallway.

Dr. Brendon pulls me by the wrist, causing my body to shudder atthe touch.

“How about I pick you up at your place, then we go out to eat?” He steps in closer, bringing my hand toward his mouth and kissing my knuckles tenderly.

Smirking at his kind gesture, I state, “That would be lovely. Sorry, I have to be off now!” As my hand leaves his gentle grasp, he makes a winking gesture at me, causing my stomach to flutter.

Goodness, I can’t be developing feelings for both men, that is just plain selfish!