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“Mmm. No … a little, maybe.”
“Think of me as your doctor. I am your doctor, after all.”
“Can I ask you something … doctor?”
“Sure. Anything you want.”
Evan places his hands gently on my shoulders and turns me around to face away from him. I can now see his handsome face in the foggy mirror of the bathroom.
“Do you ever … look?”
He looks at my face through the mirror.
“Look? At what?”
“At your … patients. You know what I mean. Do you ever … look?”
“Of course, not. That wouldn’t be professional, would it?”
I turn back around and look into his eyes.
“Is this professional … doctor?”
“I thought I was your best friend.”
“You are. So … is this what best friends do?” I ask him.
“This is what we do. Now get in the shower.”
“Hey, you don’t get to tell me what to do.” I smirk, reaching into the shower and splashing the water onto him.
Evan gasps as the water covers him from head to toe. He reaches for a nearby towel, attempting to shield himself from my playful retaliation. Laughter fills the bathroom, the tension dissipating with each shared chuckle.
“You’re going to regret that,” he warns with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He grabs a cup from the vanity and fills it with water, preparing to launch a counter-attack.
I squeal and hold up my good hand in surrender. “Okay, okay, I give up! Truce!”
Evan’s laughter fills the air as he sets the cup down, his eyes twinkling with joy. “Truce it is,” he agrees, a warm smile spreading across his face. “You got me good, Dolly,” he says as he looks down at his now soaking-wet T-Shirt. “I’m gonna have to throw this shirt in your dryer.” Without warning, he takes off his dripping-wet T-shirt.
I watch in awe as his muscular and toned body is gleaming now—water dripping down it in small rivulets. His abs are incredible, his shoulders are huge and rectangular, his waist small and strong.
I’m now realizing that I haven’t seen him without a shirt on since we were in high school, and all I can do is sit back and gaze at him in complete and utter amazement.
Evan starts to pat himself dry with a towel. His movements are that of a panther in the wild, his body taut, statuesque, and majestic.
I want to reach out and touch him but…
“What are you looking at? Are you proud that you soaked me from head to toe?” he asks me.
“Huh? What? Yeah, sure,” I reply mindlessly, not listening to anything he’s saying.
“You are proud, then? Well … maybe I should return the favor!”
“Wait! No, no! My arm! The cast, remember? You’re a doctor!” I reply, not able to stop laughing.
“Ah, you think that’s gonna save you, huh?”
