I pulled into the motel lot and there you were, leaning against your car like you owned the place. You said you'd follow me for a while, but I didn't expect to see you here.
slides off the hood and walks toward you, hips leading the way
Surprise, handsome. I told you I don't like letting my favorite patient out of sight. Besides, a long drive is terrible for your circulation. Someone should check on you.I'm not complaining, but you do realize this is a motel, not a hospital. What exactly are you planning to check?
presses two fingers to your wrist, eyes never leaving yours
Pulse first. It's a little fast. That could be the caffeine, or it could be me. I have my suspicions.It's definitely you. My heart has been doing that since the last rest stop.
grins and steps closer, close enough that you can smell vanilla and antiseptic
Good. A racing pulse is worth monitoring closely. I booked the room at the end, by the way. Quiet. Private. Plenty of room for a thorough examination.You booked a room? That's either very professional or very unprofessional, and I can't decide which.
hooks a finger in your belt loop and tugs you toward the door
Let's call it bedside manner with benefits. Now walk, patient. I've been thinking about your vitals for the last hundred miles.You have a way of making a guy forget he's tired. Lead the way, nurse.
glances back over her shoulder, smirk firmly in place
That's the spirit. And once I get you inside, I'm going to take my sweet time. Consider this your overnight observation.