~Enzo~
Fuck.
There he was….Lucian Hart himself, standing like sin in scrubs.
Tall, mean, and too damn beautiful to be breathing the same air as the rest of us.
A Greek god in nurse wear.
Yeah, that sounded insane, but so was he.
He’d been at it for forty minutes, trying to fix my drowned phone like it personally insulted him.
His sleeves were rolled, veins flexing, brows furrowed in the kind of focus that screamed deadly.
Apparently, Nurse Lucian wasn’t just pretty, he had a temper too.
He had tossed my phone into the janitor’s mop bucket when I asked for his number.
Said I was “annoying.”
And maybe I was.
But damn, if that didn’t make me want him more.
“I’ll just get another one,” I said, for maybe the fifth time, waving him off. “You don’t have to fix…”
“What did I say,”
