Something about Crash agree to stay, about having him in her apartment, kissing her, made Amber playful. She wanted more and oddly, she felt like she’d known him more than a single date. Probably because they had known each other for weeks before he’d asked her out. Amber refused to think about his having been her patient before. He wasn’t now, that was what mattered.
She glanced over her shoulder as she turned the corner into her bedroom, making sure he saw where she’d gone. Once out of sight she peeled out of her shirt and tossed it into the laundry as she kicked off her shoes. Next came her jeans. Crash stepped into the room as she pushed the thick denim off her hips and walked out of them on her way to the attached bathroom. A glance in his direction revealed him setting something on
