[M] Chapter 15: Groundbreaker (1/1)

My heels made a clicking sound as I walked rather than the muted thud I’d become accustomed to within ‘my’ bedroom. I made it five steps away from the comfort of said room before bending down with a new collection of curse words on the tip of my tongue as pain shot through me. I was tempted to just let them fly after the wonderful day, scratch that, week this has been…but I didn’t. Yay me. Tossing my shoes to the floor, my feet met the cold of the marble as I went out in search of JB, praying that I would find him in the kitchen so that I wouldn’t have to venture too far into his lair. Knowing my luck, I’d probably catch him in his bedroom on the complete opposite side from where I was.The thought of me being alone with him in his room and knowing that it would be just the two of us from now on did a number on my nerves and had my heart palpitating, the intensity increasing with each step. I stopped my quest as all the possible situations I could get myself into streamed throughout my mind like a power point slide. It kind of felt similar to one of those moments in movies where the main character knows he/she is about to die and their entire life flashes before them. Yeah, mine was like that, but instead of it being the sweet memories of the past it was all the hardships to come. I huffed out a breath of hot air and steadied myself. I was better than this skittish thing I had become. I’d tangled with him in the bathroom for heaven’s sake! And he was naked! How bad could a little bedroom brawl be? Bedroom brawl…I let my mind wonder on that one for a second before giving myself a slap in the face, literally, it stung. Ouch!“Okay, focus LeAnn!” I muttered to myself as I sheepishly peeked around the corner of the hall, housing the entrance to my bedroom, and into the kitchen. A sigh escapes me as I find it vacant. That left the bedroom and living room.“I wasn’t in that big of a hurry, right? I mean we would have all day” I mumbled while allowing myself to glance at the clock nailed to the kitchen wall. “or...niiight.” I stand corrected! “Well, while I’m here…” I looked around making sure no one was around or maybe I was hoping if I stayed in the kitchen long enough he’d come to me. Honestly, I think I just wanted to find the happy stash. “Happy stash. Happy stash. Happy stash….” I sang to myself as I hopped around the kitchen, abandoning all sense of composure. Okaaay, so it’s not in the fridge or the cabinets and he obviously wouldn’t have a cellar. So, where the hell is the wine! I glanced around the kitchen, staring down the espresso cabinets and marble countertops as if they would cave in and reveal the location of his hidden stash.A mental picture of JBs creamy beige abs resurfaced from our time together in the bathroom. I have no idea how my mind connected hidden stash with abs…or why that’d be saved in my mental archives in the first place? I’d made it through med school with my photographic memory and it usually only held information for my everyday life, which since I was now a doctor, a hell of a lot of crap like anatomical structures/functions and directions. Apparently, my mind had changed its priorities and had forgotten to clue me in. My cheeks flushed as I recalled the smooth ripples of his abs and the way all of that taut skin felt on top of me. “What are you thinking of?” A deep voice asks from behind me. I spin around, shock pumping adrenaline throughout my system, to find JB on top of a stool at the bar. His arm propped up to support his head. Hair streamed down his face in glimmering wet bands, water followed the stream down his tips and onto his skin as he sat there watching me and my mental rant. “Hmm?” A smirk lights up his face, a gleam in his eyes, as he watches the heat flame my cheeks. “Must have been something very…risky to get such a reaction out of you. It wouldn’t have anything to do with me, would it?” He asks, removing himself from his stool to come stand before me, his smile never faltering as his eyes claimed my own. I met his eyes, never backing down from the challenge, until a droplet of water caught my attention as it slowly trailed from his cheek to