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My lips turn up into a smile, she knows me so well. In such a short time she’s discovered things about me few people see.
I blow out a deep breath, “I love that you pay so much attention to me that you know my every tell. Although right now, I wish you didn’t.”
“Liam, tell me the truth.”
Reaching out, I stroke her hand. I’m incapable of not touching this woman when she’s so close to me.
“She’s stable. During surgery her blood pressure bottomed out, and she needed a transfusion.”
“Where’s her mom? I’ve been trying to talk to her for weeks,” she asks with narrowed eyes.
I shrug, “I don’t have a clue. She has not been back since the casket conversation. We, of course, notified her about the changes in Ivy’s condition but she hasn’t returned a single phone call. I hate to say it, but it might be time for CPS to get involved. Something isn’t right with this situation.”
“Are you thinking, abuse or neglect?”
I sigh, “Definitely neglect. But there’s been a few times that she’s flinched when I’ve gone to touch her for an exam. That concerns me.”
“I saw that in her chart but thought maybe she’s nervous around doctors.”
Shaking my head, I say, “No, she’s not nervous around me. That little girl thinks I’m awesome.”
That rewards me with a small laugh, fuck I miss that so much. When Mercy laughs her eyes light up with a glow. She doesn’t have to say a word to express her feelings, it’s all there, in her beautiful eyes.
She glances up at me, “What’s going through your mind, doctor?”You are going through my mind. Every touch, every glance soothes my soul. I need you. Please, give me another chance.
I shake my head, “Do you want to go to recovery or wait here?”
“I don’t think they’ll let me in.”
“They will if I tell them to.” I say with a wink.
This woman is the picture of perfection. She sits in this ordinary off-white hospital chair, her long dark hair hanging down, legs crossed on the chair like a child might do, stunning eyes that draw me in and lock me in place. As she bites down on her lip, I fight every animalistic urge she brings out in me.
I want her, it’s not purely physical anymore. Sure, I’m dying to fuck her, I always am. But I envision an entire future with her. I’ve never wanted this before. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more. Somehow, I have to find a way to make her want to give me another chance. I do love her, but how can I make her believe that when my actions told her the exact opposite?
I never meant to hurt her, that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. I’m a fool, I really thought I could get her out of my system and do the right thing. My son’s in love with her, and she should be off-limits to me. This is the one girl I never should’ve touched, yet I’ve fallen in love with her. It’s too late now, I can’t go back. Nash will need to find some other girl because mine is not available. And Mercy is mine. I see it in the way she looks at me, how she trembles from my touch. Her gaze travels up and down, stopping at my eyes momentarily before traveling the length of my body. Again, she bites her lip once she spots my swollen cock through my pants.
“Baby girl.”
A soft moan escapes from her lips as she closes her eyes for a brief moment.
She reaches her hand up and strokes the side of my face as she leans in, pressing her lips to mine. A nurse wheels Ivy's bed into the room, shitty timing. I walk to the window to allow my body a chance to calm down after the taste of sweet honey that seems to drip from her tongue.
Thirteen
MERCY
Saved by the bell,or the nurse bringing Ivy back into the room. I’m not sure what got into me, why I kissed him, or why I can’t be near this man and not have my hands and mouth on him. He does something to me that makes my mind go to mush. Just one look, and I’m melting into a puddle for him.
Ivy is pale. I sit watching her as Liam reads her chart.
“Fuck,” he says.
“What is it?” My gaze quickly snaps to him.
“She’s going to need more surgeries and probably skin grafting.”
Shit. Skin grafting is really painful, I don’t know much about it other than it’s agonizing.
