Sitting at the table, I heard light footsteps.
Instantly, I craned my head back and was stunned to see Mr. Martin dressed in scrub with a stethoscope around his neck. He brushed his hair with fingers and I could see his muscles flex.
My stomach tightened just at the sight of his wearing those thick framed glasses, stethoscope and tight fitting scrub that went so damn well with his gray eyes. His hairs messy yet giving him a decent look (which he wasn’t) and the way his tongue damped his lips made me follow his suit.
I so wanted to trace the trail that his tongue left. The deep frown set on his handsome face made him sexier than he was. I was stunned at his dashing personality. He can wear anything and make the women go crazy for him; now I strongly believe that.
If I thought, he was th
