My mouth fell open. "You arrogant—"
I stared at him.
That vein in his neck. The way his jaw flexed when he swallowed. The casual arrogance dripping from his words, even as the room held the charged silence of something on the edge of breaking.
He thought I wouldn't?
That I'd just sit back like a good little patient while he had teased and tormented and played gatekeeper to the one damn thing I craved—him?
Two could play this game. Hehe.
He leaned back like he hadn't just said something utterly infuriating, like he wasn't watching me with those dark, knowing eyes—daring me. Testing me.
If he could play dirty, so could I.
So I smiled.
Then I shifted under the covers, pulling the blanket away. Slowly and deliberately. The thin hospital gown I was wearing was instantly visible, offering little to the imagination. I saw his eyes track the movement, a flicker of something raw and intense crossing his face before he masked it.
