18: ON MY BED
Dr Davies sat me on the counter, making me squirm on the cold granite top. "Sorry, Duchess." He reached for a shirt hanging off the bar stool at the breakfast bar, sliding it over my head. "I love seeing you naked, but I don't want you to be cold either."
Leaning in, he gently kissed my mouth.
"Are you feeling any discomfort?"
His eyes softened, and I could see the concern in his face. "I was very intense."
"I've never felt more complete."
I smiled when I said the words because they were true.
I felt so happy with him, like I was home.
"And thank you," I said, looking down at the worn shirt with an old stethoscope engraved on it.
I loved it more than any piece of clothing I owned.
It was completely him, complete with what looked like an old blood stain. Even be
