I stare at him. It is a strange thing to see him in his scrubs. I never thought it possible, but he looks even more handsome than he normally does. Butterflies flutter about in my stomach. “Are you nervous?” I ask him. He grins confidently. “No. Are you?” “No. I trust you implicitly.” “Good. Can I have a taste?” My eyes widen. “What?” “One last taste before they wheel you in.” I shake my head at his brazenness. “That’s not very professional, is it?” “Nope. And that’s the way it’ll be forever between us.” He locks the door and walks over to me, mischief in his eyes. He lifts the white gown. “Go on. Be a dirty girl, for me.” I hesitate only for a second. What the hell. I want it as much as he does. I spread my legs and he swipes his tongue along my seam.
