Dorothy's POV
Laughter bubbles up from my chest at the worst possible moment. Joseph has just pulled back from our kiss, and here I am, giggling like some schoolgirl. The mortification hits me instantly, but I cannot stop the inappropriate response.
He stands there completely naked while I wear nothing but my bra and panties, and moments ago I was pressed against every hard inch of him. If Karl had not walked in when he did, there is no telling how far we might have gone. Joseph is still healing, I remind myself desperately.
To hide my burning embarrassment, I bury my face against his bare chest. The solid wall of muscle beneath my cheek feels like carved stone. My fingers itch to explore every ridge and valley of his torso. Having worked in human hospitals, I know what fit men feel like, but Joseph's body could be hewn from granite.
