I smiled. I’d had similar fumbles in my younger days.
MAX: You didn’t make him cover himself in cum, then? x
ROWAN: Nope, that one’s all for you x
Before I had a chance to reply, Rowan was typing again.
ROWAN: I’ve got a few more tricks I’d like to try, if you’re up for it x
MAX: Curious now. Like what? x
ROWAN: Now that would be telling x
MAX: You fucking tease x
ROWAN: Haha x
Before I could reply another message from Becca came through and I suddenly realised in the drama that had followed her first message earlier that morning, I hadn’t actually responded to her.
BECCA: Or maybe you’re still getting your end away? Must be good if you can’t spare a minute to text me back!
I laughed and typed a message.
MAX: Sorry! I meant to but it slipped my mind. Glad you got home okay. Hangover cured yet?
BECCA: Just about. Given that you’ve ignored my question, I’m going to assume you and R slept together last night?
She really was hounding me for answers. I pressed my lips together, tapping out:
MAX: No more kissing and telling from me!
Another message quickly followed.
BECCA: Ooh, it must be love!
I smiled at my phone and locked the screen. Love? Maybe not yet, but I couldn’t deny it was certainly beginning to go that way.
???
The next day was just as awkward and frustrating as I’d thought it would be. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Rowan, my mind continually assaulting me with memories of the weekend and reminding me of how keen I was for a repeat performance.
Rowan had a far better poker face than I did. He managed to keep himself in check, being perfectly professional and polite all day – until the lunch break rolled around, of course.
“The others are going to be wondering where we are,” I gasped breathlessly between kisses. “Your last patient before lunch left ten minutes ago.”
“Let them wonder,” Rowan replied, his voice muffled as he kissed my neck. “Unless you’re hungry?”
“Not for lunch, no,” I replied, earning myself a chuckle. Our mouths melded once more and Rowan grabbed hold of my ass, his grip almost vicious. I returned the favour, our kiss growing steadily more frenzied.
“Alright, alright,” Rowan sighed, pulling away but still holding me tightly. “We’d better go.”
“Give it five minutes. You’re looking decidedly pink.” I grinned.
Rowan pressed one last kiss to my mouth. “I’ll cool down in the toilet on the way. I’ll see you down there?”
I hummed a reply, flapping the neck of my tunic. Rowan shot me a smouldering grin as he let himself out of the room and I sagged back against the wall. My legs felt like jelly, and I was sure Becca would only need to take one look at me to know what had been going on.
Eventually, I stood upright and cleared my throat, taking a deep breath before letting myself out. I trotted down the stairs and into the break room.
