All of Me by Heatherly Bell Page B

bed and pushed back the covers. The bed seemed bigger than it had looked earlier. She snuggled into it, grateful for another few hours of sleep before tomorrow morning.
    "This is an interesting way of flirting,” Jeff said from the other side of the bed.
    What the hell?
    “What are you doing in here?" Ivey rolled off the side of the bed and fell in a heap on the floor. "Oh, ow." This floor was so much harder than it looked.
    "Are you all right?" He leaned over the side of the bed, shirtless. And who knew what else he was “less.” In all their time together, she’d never known him to sleep in anything but his birthday suit.
    Ivey held up her hand. "No! I mean yes, I'm fine, and stay there! Please don't get out of bed."
    But of course he hopped out of bed, flipped on the light and was next to her in seconds. “Did you hit your head? And why are you squeezing your eyes shut?”
    I won’t look, I won’t look, I won’t look. “I’m okay, you ninny.”
    “If you’re okay, then open your eyes and look at me.”
    Please let him have some clothes on. She slowly opened one eye and then the other to find Jeff crouched next to her wearing a pair of dark boxer briefs. Okay, not so naked. But still. “I’m looking at you.”
    He gazed in her eyes intently—as if he’d lost his keys in there. “Where does it hurt?”
    “Oh no, I’m not telling you that.” He’d completely unnerved her with his penetrating eyes and his stupid boxers.
    “Don’t be ridiculous.”
    “Let’s put it this way: you’re not touching where it hurts. Got it?” Her lower back had taken the worst of it, right next to her ass.
    “I’m getting you an ice pack.” He was out the door before she could protest.
    “Stop overreacting.” She slowly rose from the cold hardwood floor and rubbed her butt. He had to stop behaving like a doctor and understand she could take care of herself. Nurse and all.
    She made her way to the door only to find him blocking it, holding the ice pack in one hand. "But how did you manage to get the wrong room, Little Face?" He gave her a lazy grin as he leaned against the door frame. Her breath hitched when she heard his term of endearment. No one had ever called her Little Face before he did, or since.
    "I was half asleep when I woke up on the couch. These two doors look identical. It was an easy mistake. And are you going to give me that ice pack?" She tried to snatch it out of his hands, but he was too quick for her and pulled it out of her reach.
    “Maybe this is really where you want to be." He moved closer until he was only inches away, and she swore she could smell the minty flavor of his toothpaste.
    She couldn’t help but tremble a little bit, because he was so close, and dear Lord he was so gorgeous. The dimple on his chin. Words. Words would be good right now. “The—ice pack?”
    “Yep,” he said, but rather than put it in her outstretched hand, he reached behind her and held it right where it hurt. As if someone had drawn him a map of the area.
    She jumped when his hand hovered near her ass. Exactly where he had no right to be, MD or not.
    “Cold?” he asked.
    But also pretty hot, if I’m being honest. She put on her best smile through gritted teeth. “Take your hand off my ass.”
    “Sure.” He handed her the ice pack. “I don't recall inviting you in here, but you might as well stay."
    "I might, except that I'm not." She shoved past him and closed the door quickly, unwilling to hear one more word out of his sexy mouth.
    She'd never make this mistake again, dark hallway or not. Maybe she'd mark her bedroom door with a glow-in-the-dark sticker to be on the safe side.
    She didn't know what upset her most, the fact that he'd suggested she'd done this on purpose, or the frightening reality that for one moment she wanted to stay exactly where she was and find out if those abs were as rock hard as they looked.
    No, the only way this arrangement was going to work, the only way her heart could