KATHERINE
I came back to my senses when I heard the door close. Smokerhead and the doctor weren't in the room anymore. Rowan still stood at the foot of my bed with his hands in his pockets. I hate to admit it, but he looked superb today. Wait, he always looks great. What am I saying?
He was simply wearing a long sleeved black shirt with black leather pants. The shirt hugged his frame very well and every part of his upper body muscle was outlined perfectly.
The pants weren't helping matters either. He didn't have any muscles there, but one particular thing stood out. Literally.
I noticed he was looking at me too. And of course, he had seen that I was ogling him.
Best in embarrassing themselves? Me.
“Never have I met anyone so stupid and block headed. That was the word you used, right?
