Elena’s POV
“I can wait,” I whispered, voice unsteady, tracing my fingertips along the inside of his wrist. “Finish your shift. I’ll stay right here. I’m not going anywhere this time.”
Adrian’s eyes darkened, a quiet smolder. “You think I can concentrate on anything with you sitting here waiting like that?”
A small, startled laugh escaped me. “It’s your hospital. Your schedule.”
“My hands are going to be useless on paperwork after this anyway.” His tone had dropped, rougher now, threaded with heat. “Door. Lock it.”
Something twisted low in my belly. I turned without a word and clicked the lock into place, feeling the finality of it. The little snick of metal sounded loud in the hush of the office.
When I turned back around, he was already rolling down the blinds, his movements precis
