“What?” I ask.
“It’s just… I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have your attention.”
My feet shuffle me even closer to her, taking her hand in mine to pull her from the bed as she shimmies back into her leggings.
Our fingers interlock as she stands in front of me and all I can think about is how I missed it. How’d I miss Summer going from this annoying kid with a crush, to this absolutely beautiful woman standing in front of me? How was I so blind?
“Yeah?” I say, tucking a piece of stray hair from her braid behind her ear. “What are you going to do now that you have it?”
I pull myself onto my tiptoes and kiss him. Soft and lingering for a moment before pulling away.
“I’m going to savor it.” My hand presses into his chest, feeling the coarse hair under my fingers, knowing tonight is something out of my wildest dreams. “I’m also going to even the score some time soon. You’ve made me come twice now, I have some catching up to do.” I smirk, running my hand down his chest to the band of his shorts and he hisses as he breathes in.
“Good night, Chase.” I pull away and leave, knowing that this time if he tries to put up another wall, it might actually break me.
Waking up this morning after the events of last night has me feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. There’s a fluttery feelingchurning in my stomach and I keep smiling to myself as I’m getting ready for work.
The Rec Center charity dinner is Friday and the plan has always been that Chase’s mom Diane would be in town this weekend to help with CeCe while he attends the dinner. It did cross my mind that maybe he’d just ask me instead now that I’ve been helping out, but he said she’s still making the trip here. I’ve been excited about the charity dinner since Abby mentioned it months ago, but now nerves have crept their way in. It baffles me, as someone who feels confident in the majority of situations, how Chase is still able to make my knees wobble sometimes.
I keep replaying the moments of last night as I’m driving to work and can’t stop myself from feeling hot and bothered all over again any time I think about how his hands felt on my skin. Or how he sent me well over the edge not just once, but twice… and there easily could have been a third.
Chase admitting how he was feeling yesterday came as a shock, to say the least. I could tell he’d been resisting an urge of some kind, but I never expected him to say so much. To share just how much ofmehe was thinking about. It was easy to get caught up in the physical parts of what was happening. Hell, I’ve been dreaming of experiencing Chase in that way for years, but the emotional moments we shared? The vulnerable pieces where I made a comment about my body and he so quickly tried to rewire my thinking. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever said that out loud to anyone else. But I think part of me was worried Chase was thinking it. Like he skimmed my side and I needed to call out my own flaw before he could?
“Morning!” I hear as I’m stepping out of my car.
Damien quickly takes my attention from last night to the present as he walks up to me with a smile on his face.
“Hi!” My greeting is more enthusiastic than normal, granting me a suspicious eyebrow raise from him as we walk toward the building.
“Did you have a good weekend?” he asks.
I swipe my badge at the doors as we enter, “It was great, how was yours?”
“We went to that new farmers’ market that just opened, it was amazing. Someone was selling freshly squeezed orange juice and I bought much more than I need for someone who doesn’t really even drink the stuff.”
“Oh, sounds fun,” I say as I place my purse down.
The ER is already buzzing. A lobby full of people and most rooms already occupied.
Thankfully, the morning flies by with the amount of patients I’ve seen and the afternoon follows a similar suit as I stay busy and on my feet. I had enough time to inhale a protein bar, a stick of string cheese and a bag of chips before it was time to get back on the floor for the second half of my shift.
“What room is the cardio consult?”
My head turns quickly at the sound of Drew’s voice coming down the hall.
“In seven,” Damien answers him, stepping between the two of us.
“Oh, okay. I thought Summer had this patient?” Drew looks at me impatiently, waiting for me to answer but again Damien speaks up.
“No, I have this one, Dr. McCall.” Damien leads Drew into the room, and while I have no problem working alongside Drew when necessary, I’m thankful for friends like Damien who will step in sometimes.
“What was that?” I ask when Damien comes back to the nurses’ station just before our shift ends.
“You’re in a good mood today.Extragood,” he emphasizes with a raise of an eyebrow. “I didn’t want him ruining it.” Damien shrugs, and I bite my cheek to hide the smile that’s daring to break loose.
“Thanks,” I say, nudging his shoulder.
Mia
