Kiss the Doctor First Chapter 1

After Reid Shaw’s childhood sweetheart climbed into his passenger seat again, I didn’t argue.

I simply opened the back door and sat beside his best friend, Dr. Edward Wren.

When the car jolted, my bare knee brushed against Edward’s firm thigh.

I deliberately didn’t move away.

Neither did he.

At a rest stop, Kylie clung to Reid and dragged him toward the bathroom.

The second the car door shut, Edward took the back of my neck and kissed me.

As I melted under that kiss, one thought drifted through my mind.

Question men. Understand men. Become men.

Some truths really were eternal.

* * *

I hadn’t expected Edward to come on this short road trip.

He was always busy.

I nodded politely at him.

Edward wore glasses, faint exhaustion lingering on his face. He lifted his eyes, glanced at me, nodded back, then closed his eyes again.

Kylie buckled her seat belt in the front and turned back to flash me a smug little smile.

“Selena, I get carsick, so I’ll sit up front, okay?”

Reid looked back too.

“Kylie gets sick in cars. Be generous for once. Don’t make a scene over tiny things all the time.”

I gave a soft laugh.

“Sure.”

Reid seemed surprised, but he said nothing else.

Because Kylie had already shoved a half-eaten piece of bread into his mouth.

“It tastes bad. Ollie, eat it for me.”

Reid ate it naturally, without even frowning.

Kylie looked at me in the rearview mirror and stuck out her tongue.

I ignored her and picked up a bottle of sparkling water.

The cap was tight. I tried twice and couldn’t open it.

In the front seat, Kylie was pushing her own bottle into Reid’s hand, whining.

“Ollie, I really can’t open it. You know I’ve had weak hands since we were kids.”

Reid looked pleased as he opened it for her.

The two of them shared the bottle, taking turns drinking, without the slightest sense of boundaries.

I felt a little sick.

Just as I was about to put my bottle down, a man’s hand reached over and took it from me.

Under the sleeve of his black casual blazer, a silver-gray shirt cuff wrapped neatly around his lean wrist.

His hand was beautiful. Long fingers, clean nails, elegant bones.

In the light reflected through the car window, they looked almost carved from pale jade.