Saved at Sunrise

obviously seen
     almost all of her, too.
    “If you tell anyone you saw me naked, I’ll kick your ass.”
    He dropped the cotton swab on the nightstand and then reached over and tilted her
     chin up with his index finger. “I wouldn’t tell anyone.” His voice came out a little
     deep, and he sounded completely sincere.
    He ran his finger over her lips.
    “You aren’t going to kiss me,” she said.
    “We’ll see about that,” he said and then he did it. He kissed her.
    *   *   *
    How it went from a simple kiss to him stretched out beside her, the sheet down at
     her feet and his shirt off, was a mystery. A delicious one.
    His mouth moved from her lips to her neck and then lower. She moaned, lost in how
     good it felt. But when his hand softly, seductively slid down below her waist, she
     grabbed it, and swallowed a big dose of reality.
    “I’m sorry,” she muttered and sat up. “I can’t … We can’t.”
    She heard him inhale and she knew he was filled with want and desire just as she was.
     But supposedly it was even worse on a guy. It had always been hard on Lee before …
     before she let things go all the way.
    The thought of Lee had her breath catching again.
    Tears filled her eyes and all she could think was how she’d gone down this road already.
     She’d given herself to Lee and look where that’d led her.
    “Go take a cold shower.” She gave him her back and pulled the sheet over herself.
    He took several deep breaths of air, and after a few long seconds he said, “I didn’t
     mean … I was just going to kiss you. Shit,” he said, his voice filled with self-loathing.
     “I never meant to take advantage of the fact that—”
    “You didn’t.” She closed her eyes. “Didn’t take advantage. I went there with you.
     But … we shouldn’t have … gone there.”
    “To soon?” he asked.
    “Too everything,” she answered. Too good. Too real. Too much like it meant something really special. Too much to have
     to deal with losing later on. “If you’re not going to shower, I am. We need to get back to Shadow Falls.”
    She hated the anger in her tone and hoped he understood it wasn’t because of him.
     It was because of her. She simply couldn’t let herself go down this road again.
    *   *   *
    In the shower she heard a phone ring and listened as Steve told Burnett they would
     be back in a couple of hours. He took a shower after her, and thirty minutes later,
     they got into a hotel elevator, one she had no memory of coming up in.
    Had he carried her? She hated not knowing something. Hated knowing she’d been that
     vulnerable.
    Once they arrived in the crowded lobby, he led her into the hotel’s restaurant.
    A complaint rested on her lips, but she remembered she’d eaten today and he hadn’t.
     So she shut up and followed the hostess when Steve told her they needed a table for
     two.
    He ordered a steak and baked potato and some sweet tea. She ordered French onion soup,
     about the one thing she could actually enjoy, and a Diet Coke.
    When the waitress left with their order, Steve looked at her, still wearing an apology
     in his eyes. Yup, he felt guilty for things getting out of hand. But she didn’t put
     all the blame on him. She could have stopped it. Should have stopped it.
    “How’s the shoulder?” he asked.
    She reached up and touched where she’d been stabbed. “Completely healed,” she said.
     Then she remembered something they’d talked about earlier. “Did you learn medicine
     from your mom?”
    He nodded. “Sometimes she’d volunteer at different free clinics. I used to go with
     her on weekends. I’m a fast learner on some things.”
    She suspected he was a fast learner in all things. She hadn’t seen it at first, but
     intelligence lingered in those big brown eyes. “And you don’t want to be a doctor?”
    “I didn’t say I don’t want to be a doctor.”
    “But you said … I mean I got the feeling when you talked about your parents that you
     didn’t want to do what they wanted you to do.”
    “She wants me to go into medicine for humans because that’s where the money is. I
     want to train to treat supernaturals. That’s where my skills will be the most useful.”
    She nodded. “I see.” The waitress dropped off their drinks. Della twirled a straw
     around her glass and watched the bubbles rise to the top. “My parents wanted me to
     be a doctor, too.”
    “And you don’t want that?” he asked.
    “Hell, no. I