Rowan grabbed a mirror and one of the scalers with a hooked end on it. He scooted in closer on his wheeled chair and I fidgeted.
“I’d put a mask on, but I think we’re a little past worrying about that now, don’t you? Open up.” A heated expression crossed Rowan’s face.
“Stop,” I chided, but opened my mouth.
Rowan leant in and examined me. I deliberately avoided his gaze, fixing my eyes on the ceiling behind him.
“You’ve got great teeth. I already knew you had a nice smile, but they’re healthy inside, too.” I fought a blush and felt the metal scaler scrape against my teeth, and the next thing I knew, the discomfort was gone.
“Sesame seed.” He sat back, dropping his tools onto the metal tray beside him. “Better?”
“Much, thanks.” I went to sit forward, surprised when Rowan reached out and held me in place with a gloved hand.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he murmured. Before I could ask, he leant over me and pressed a kiss to my mouth. Upside down as he was, his lips felt strangely unfamiliar, despite the numerous times Rowan and I had now kissed. I reached up and stroked my hand through his hair and over his cheek, opening my mouth to him. Rowan eagerly dove his tongue into my mouth and groaned.
“Alright, alright,” he eventually sighed, easing away. “I’ve got a job to do, and I don’t think I would look very professional sporting a hard-on.”
I laughed and got up from the chair. “We shouldn’t have done that. It’s hard enough keeping my hands off you as it is. Now every time I see this bloody thing, I’ll be thinking about that kiss.” I kicked the chair playfully.
“Don’t worry, that’s not a service I provide for the rest of my patients.” Rowan grinned and rolled his gloves off. “Are you still planning to accompany me to the gym tonight?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Maybe I’ll get to tick off a few more of my fantasies there too.”
“And then back to mine?” I asked.
“Perfect.” He smiled knowingly. “Now, hurry up and get my next appointment in. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can get out of here.”
???
“Gym tonight, Max?” Trisha asked, squeezing past me to grab her coat. It was home time, at last. The afternoon had dragged, as it always did whenever Rowan and I had plans together after work. The man himself came down the stairs with John close behind.
“Yeah, gym night tonight,” I replied, heaving my kit bag up onto my shoulder.
“Oh, and you too, Rowan?” she asked, passing his holdall across to him.
“As always,” he replied, deliberately avoiding looking at me. “In fact, Max and I are going together tonight.”
Becca stared at me, her eyes widening slightly. I subtly shook my head, a silent promise to fill her in later.
“Oh, that’s nice. It must be fun having a bit of company. Not that I would know – you only have to take a look at me to know I don’t go to the gym,” Trisha chortled.
“You and me both, Trish,” John agreed. “Perhaps we can let the lads go to the gym, and we’ll go for a McDonald’s?”
“Ah, now you’re talking!” Trisha replied.
Everyone quickly filed out into the car park. I said my farewells to Trisha and John, whilst Becca dug her car keys from her purse. She turned and tugged me into a brief hug.
“I’ll speak to you later?” she asked. Though her tone remained unchanged, I picked up on the implications of her question.
“Yeah sure.” I paused. “Are you seeing Oliver tonight?”
Please say yes…
“I am. I think he’s staying over again.”
Jackpot!
