Yara
I laugh when I’m embarrassed. It’s a completely inappropriate response, but I can’t seem to help myself. So, when Warren pulls away from our kiss, a kiss that I totally got swept away in, I’m mortified. He’s naked and I’m practically naked and I was pressing my body against his. If Charlie hadn’t interrupted us, there’s no telling what would have happened. And Warren is still recovering. At least that’s what I tell myself.
Of course, the only way for me to hide my inappropriate response is to press my face against Warren’s bare chest, his rock-hard chest. Wow! My fingers twitch to touch him, to see if every muscle on his body is this hard and strong. As a doctor who worked in the human hospitals, I know what a ‘muscular’ man feels like. Compared to them, Warren feels like granite.
