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My heart pounds as hope fills it—hope that he's finally going to be mine. Too bad I forgot that hope doesn't exist in my world, a world that will crumble around me in a series of events that break me to pieces.
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Doc
I slowly glide my fingers through Kennedy's black hair, enjoying her warmth against mine. She's currently sprawled on top of me, naked, after passing out. I think we made love five times before her long-ass shift in the ER knocked her out.
I feel like I'm dreaming, that this isn't real.
But as I feel her warm breath against my neck where her name is inked, the feel of her soft hair on my fingertips, I know this is real, that she's finally mine after so long.
I knew she felt the same when we kissed in the storage closet. She kissed me back and held me so tight like she was scared I'd pull back. I finally got the confirmation I needed to make my move, but then this little Pixie in my arms decided to fucking change her shifts to nights, stopped coming to the club, and all out fucking dodged me, Breaker and Sniper both confirming it.
Come to think of it, she still needs a spanking for that shit.
Kennedy moves, her nose nestling into my neck as she sighs in her sleep, and my heart jumps. My arm tightens around her, and my hand grips her hair to keep her on me, not willing for her to move.
Years I have wanted this, fucking years, and now I need to officially make her mine, give her the cut hanging in the closet with her name on it.
I gently run my lips along her head, Breaker’s words when he called before Ken showed up at the club hitting me hard.
I sigh as I run my fingers through my hair, leaning my arms on my knees. Kennedy has dodged my ass since our kiss, and I feel like I'm dying.
Our small touches, long glances, and laughs at lunch are all but gone now that she's on the graveyard shifts, and I miss her so fucking much.
I drop my head, my gaze dropping to my oak flooring.
I try to think of how to grab Kennedy, including kidnapping her, wondering if Breaker will help me despite hating their relationship. My phone rings and I groan.
I answer it, snapping, "What?"
A chuckle hits my ears, and Breaker speaks, "Let me guess, Kennedy has been ignoring you since you kissed her?"
I groan, leaning back on my couch, dropping my head back. I snap back, "What do you want, Breaker?"
He sighs. "She's going to kill me for this, but honestly, all of us have had enough of you two tip-toeing around each other. Kennedy has been in love with you since she was twelve."
My eyes widen as I sit up straighter, and sputter, "Wha-what…. Please don't fucking tell me, brother, that we’ve wasted fucking years…."
He chuckles. "All right then, I won't tell you that you've both been in love with each other since you were teens, but I will tell you that she's currently on her way to speak to Lola, who Crow may have told to go to the store for him. If you want her as much as I believe you do, then now is your fucking time, brother. If you don't do something soon, someone else will claim her."
I grit my teeth, trying not to snap at him again. Does this mean he wants to fucking claim her himself? Is that what he's telling me?
My phone pings, bringing me out of my head as I gently run my fingers up and down my girl's naked spine. I notice it's one in the morning, so hopefully, it's not a fucking emergency, but I silently growl when I see who it is.
Prue: Baby, I've been back for a week, and I had hoped you missed me while I was away. You didn't even speak to me after our fourth date, and that's just rude. I need to see you; it's important. Please, baby, I'll come to you if I need to. I love you, baby.
I shake my head, dropping my phone on the bedside table.
I wasn't lying when I told Ken I wasn't with Prue. I never was, not really. We had four dates, fucked once, and that was it. I honestly don't even understand what was going through my head when I decided to date a patch chaser.
I press my lips to the top of Ken's head.
Prue has been obsessed with me for years. After we had those dates, she started coming to the hospital more. I'd seen her come out of the on-call rooms with fellow doctors several times, hoping to make me jealous, but it didn't work.
