“I hang out with lads who are a bad influence on me, you know.”
“You should introduce me to these lads.”
He heads inside, and I follow, my eyes tracing the perfect curve of his arse in those dark jeans that hug him just right.He’s wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone at the top, revealing just a hint of collarbone.
“This is the kitchen,” he says, spreading his arms wide.“The living room is in that direction, and then my bedroom and bathroom.That’s the lot.”
“You have everything you need.”
“And it’s five minutes from the hospital.”
“Practical, so.”
“I don’t need a huge house with a back garden, big windows, and cold, empty rooms.”
“Mmm.Sounds familiar.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I didn’t mean that no one should have it.”
I grab his hips, pulling him in.“May I greet you properly?”
“I was wondering what you were waiting for.”
“That you’d stop talking.”
“I’m done.”
I slowly bite his lower lip with my teeth, then release it briefly as the Doctor parts his lips so I can slip my tongue into his mouth.I tighten my grip on his hips while he clings to my arm, his nails digging through the cotton of my shirt.
I am demanding.My tongue explores every corner of his mouth.I want to control our breaths, our movements.I want him to lose himself completely in our kiss, to forget everything but the pressure of my mouth against his.
“Okay,” he says, panting.“I suppose that’s a decent greeting.”
I let him slip away as he returns to the cooker.
“You can open the wine; the bottle opener is in the first drawer, the glasses in the top shelf.”
I pour some wine for both of us.I hand him the glass, and he takes a quick sip before going back to check on dinner.
“You can wait for me at the table; it’s almost ready.”
“I’d rather watch you.I like you in the kitchen.”
“You expected to find me in an apron and with a wooden spoon, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know what to expect, Doctor, but this is beyond anything I imagined.”
He smiles.
“You haven’t tasted my special sauce yet.Afterwards, it’ll be impossible for you to go back to your ready-made meals.”
After I’m done with you, Doctor, it’ll be impossible for me to even remember how to breathe on my own.That’s the only thing I’m sure of.
“Jesus, you were right,”I say after only a forkful.
