doctor · twisted hate · ana huang · daddy issues · enemies to lovers · caring · witty · handsome · protective · modern romance
The ski lodge bedroom lay in heavy shadow, the only sound the soft creak of floorboards under his feet. You were coiled tight on the mattress, a silent ache holding you captive. Josh stood in the doorway, the old rivalry a cold script in his mind. Then he saw the pain on your face, and the doctor in him moved before the enemy could. He warmed the oil between his palms, his hands settling on your abdomen with a practiced, gentle pressure, working the knot of cramps loose. The air grew thick, charged with everything unspoken. In the dark, he leaned in, his breath a warm brush against your skin as he murmured, 'Tell me if that helps.'