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Outside, I was chill and sang softly to the radio.
Inside, I was a damn mess.
I wasn’t trying to be flirty when I had said I was a friend helping him out. That wasn’t at all what it sounded like. I was a horrible flirt, and I had just proven it by not even knowing when I was flirting.
You never know what the future holds. Say what?
I had no idea what in the world that could mean.
Did Roc like me?
Was he going to tell me to hit the road?
Were we going to cuddle on the couch more often?
When he was back to normal, was I going to keep coming over?
Ah! I had no idea was going to happen, but it seemed like Roc had it all figured out. If only he would share with me what was going on inside his head.
Roc woke up before we got home, and he reached across the center console. He grabbed my hand and threaded his fingers through mine.
“You okay, doc?”
I looked down at our intertwined fingers. More than okay. “Yup. Almost home.”
We had about five minutes before I pulled into the driveway, and I wished he had woken up and hour ago to hold my hand.
“Had a good time with you today, Mave. Probably the best time I’ve had in a while.”
I glanced over at him. “You travel the country and get to see places I’ve only ever thought about. I doubt going to a museum and a barbeque place was that good of a time for you.”
“You’d be surprised, Doc.”
Things were changing, and it was happening fast. So fast my head was spinning.
I pulled up in front of the house and rounded the front of the SUV. Roc had the door open already and waited for me to grab the wheel chair from the back. I rolled it next to the open door and moved in front of Roc.
Once I had his legs out of the truck, our normal routine changed.
Roc reached up and brushed my hair from my face and cupped my cheek.
“Roc,” I whispered.
“I wanna thank you for today, Mave. Thank you for being with me and not making me feel like a burden.”
“You’re not a burden,” I whispered. Roc was anything but that.
His arm circled around my waist and he pulled me close. I was between his legs, and I rested my hands on his shoulders. “I gotta kiss you, Doc.”
“Oh?” I gasped.
He nodded and closed the gap between us. His lips brushed against mine, and I sighed into him. His kiss was strong and demanding.
You know when you wonder what it would be like to kiss someone and then it finally happens and you pray to God it doesn’t suck?
Kissing Roc didn’t suck in the least. Not even a little bit.
His lips moved over mine, his tongue gently easing into my mouth, and his hand delved into my hair. My hands drifted around his neck, and my body relaxed into his.
“Mave,” he whispered against my lips.
I hummed lightly and enjoyed the feel of his hands on me.
“You’re like a fucking dream, Doc. Been through hell with the accident and now you’re like the light at the end of the tunnel.”
I pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. “The same goes for you, Chief.”
“Good. I don’t wanna fuck this up though. I meant it when I said I’m not playing games or anything.”
I nodded and bit my lip. “Neither am I.”
He pressed another kiss against my lips. “Good. Now get me the hell out of here and we can get to work on the food for tomorrow.”
“Think we can sneak a couple of more kisses in while we are doing that?”
Roc laughed loud and pulled me into a hug. “You bet your ass we will.”
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