Chapter 68

“I’m not mental,” I said resentfully. No, I wasn’t ready to forgive him. “Since we’ve met, you’ve had a steady diet of sex. You can’t stop cold turkey.”

“I did give my right hand a work out. And every time I came, it was your name I moaned.”

Okay, that explained the less than copious amounts of come when we’d made love, I conceded to myself.

“Before I met you, I was too involved with work to have more than a random one night stand here and there. I didn’t get much out of them, so I stopped. And then I met you. Theo, did you think I was kidding when I said I loved you? If I can’t have you, I don’t want anyone else.”

“Really?” Okay, I was definitely going to forgive him.

“Geez, Theo. You can be such an asshole.” He fisted his hands on his hips. “Do you know what yesterday was?”

I started to say “Wednesday,” automatically, but then I stopped and thought about it. “It was a year since we met.” Since he’d walked into the ED behind Vincent.