oral sex isn't realy sexy. I'd seen the film half a dozen
times but never in its entirety and never completely sober.
And yet I had a hard time concentrating. Eric stretched out
long legs next to mine. He had a deep, infectiously sexy
laugh I couldn't help echoing even if the movie itself hadn't
been hilarious.
It didn't last long enough. I'd forgotten the abrupt end.
When he leaned forward to use the remote to click off the
TV, a thin stripe of skin bared between his shirt and jeans,
tempting me to run my fingers over it. I resisted…but only
barely.
He caught me looking when he turned. 'One of my
favorites. Sometimes after a long day in the E.R., al I can
think about is coming home and watching something
stupid.'
stupid.'
'I can imagine so. Sometimes after a long day at work I
can't manage anything other than stupid.' I grinned in
sympathy. 'And I'm not saving lives.'
Eric's handsome face went stil for a minute. 'It's not the
saving them that's the problem. It's when I can't. Sorry,
that's a bummer.'
'No, it's okay. There must be a lot of pressure.' I watched him look away from me.
When he turned back it was with another smile, less
convincing than his others. 'Yeah. Wel. I did a couple
rotations on terminal wards. Pediatrics, too. That was
worse, believe me. A lot worse. At least most of what I
see is fixable. A few stitches, a cast, give out a script for
meds. I'd rather face a roomful of broken bones and
bloody noses than a terminal ward again.'
'I can't even handle being sick myself, much less take care
of anyone else.' I shuddered involuntarily.
Eric dug into the popcorn bowl to scoop out a couple
unpopped kernels, which he crunched. 'Funny thing.
unpopped kernels, which he crunched. 'Funny thing.
When I was a kid, I was sick al the time. At least it felt
like I was. Constant colds. Probably alergies, now that I
think about it, but at the time, al we knew was that I
always had a runny nose. I was the kid who always
looked like he'd been squashed in the face with something
nasty.'
'Nice to see you outgrew it.'
His smile quirked higher on one side, charming me. 'Yeah.
So anyway, I got older and decided I wanted to become a
doctor, right? And my mom, you'd think she'd be happy to
have her son the doctor, but al she said to me was, ‘But,
Eric, think of the germs!''
'It's a good thought.' I looked at the bowl of popcorn
we'd shared and tried not to wonder if he'd washed his
