Could he be my person? He started to make me feel things that have been locked up. Was I scared? Absolutely. I was scared of making the same mistake over again, that I’d be back in a cycle. I was scared to open the door again, unlock everything that kept tight. Though he would scare off anyone that would come into my path.
I couldn’t deny, I felt safer with him, beside him.
“Want to tell me what you have planned?” I asked, rising on my toes, throwing my arms around him.
“Now why would I do a silly thing like that?” He grinned before pressing a kiss on my lips, one that melted into like it was my saving grace.
I moaned into his mouth, his hands gripped me tighter, pulling me up, only to wrap my legs around him. I felt his mind turn with wild ideas and while I would be all for them, the time and place was going to be hard. My body kept humming with pleasure and a hint of happiness. His kisses were rough, demanding, but just the way that I loved them.
He pulled away, with a boyish grin on his face.
“I have a date to prepare for,” he said. My legs didn’t want to listen to him, I wanted more. I could be addicted to him, if I wasn’t already. He was slowly creeping his way into my heart. Even if he knew a lot more than I imagined. It should have scared me away, but I saw his mind spin, his protectiveness, he would do anything for those he cared about.
Shooter left me with a body aching for more but filled with anticipation. I returned to the nurse’s station with Jennie and Sarah fanning themselves. “Someone took a longer break,” Sarah announced.
“No, I took a lunch. There’s a difference,” I said.
Jennie walked around the counter and bumped my shoulders, with that devilish smile, the one that she had when she had the juiciest gossip about the floor. “He’s sexy. Like how do you not climb that like a tree?”
I wanted to sayI have, and I would do it again.But I stopped myself and simply said, “He’s a nice guy.”
The two of them looked at each other, then Sarah leaned from the computer, “You’re hiding something.”
I shrugged, trying to locate a freestanding computer to open my charts. While I almost tripped just trying to get away from them, I tried to hide the smile that was plastered on my face.
“Jennie, she’s hiding something and it’s rude not to share with the class.” Sarah mockingly whined.
“Don’t make me get Mama Andres, she’ll pull that information out like an interrogation."
“Would you just settle for that right now, I am happy and that man may or may not have something to do with it.” It wasn't very far off from the truth. How it became that way, well I wasn’t going to kiss and tell. At least for now.
“If he can make you smile like that, he’s got my vote,” Jennie said.
“I bet he finally cracked that back of hers. Oh, did he make her shut up for once?” Sarah kept asking. But I had to walk away because the smile on my face just grew and grew.
As the day ended, my mind vibrated with worried thoughts and battling anxiety. I hated that when I felt an ounce of happiness, my mind told me that I shouldn’t and made my heart race with the impossible thoughts of being hurt again. I couldn’t do it again. I never thought that I could find someone that would make me feel alive again and want to take the pain away.
It felt right. It felt like I could breathe and Shooter was the one who wanted to do it. I slept better, I smiled more. I felt like a different person. When the negative thoughts were silenced, the excitement of a new life possibility, ones with a new house, a new partner, a possible family, more laughter, more kisses, more dreams that I wouldn’t fear turned into nightmares.
Butterflies floated in my stomach, I semi-panicked at the end of shift and looked at the emergency bag I had, which had slim pickings for date worthy clothes. I did the best I could, washed my face, threw on some deodorant and prayed for the best.
Rays of red and orange had colored the sky, the light chill in the air was enough for me. There was something soothing about it, but when my eyes found a jaw-dropping man leaning on a motorcycle with a boyish smile hiding behind a beard. My mouth salivated from just looking at him.
Keep it in your pants tonight, Flynn.
It had been a long time since I went out on a date. Surely we would just grab dinner or something right?
Shooter straightened up as I walked toward him with a beating heart that wouldn’t slow down. With no time to waste, he pulled me in capturing my lips with his like he had been waiting for years to breathe.
He pulled away slightly and exhaled with a deep growl. Tingles shot through my veins; the fluttering transitioned from my stomach to my vagina.
“I’ve been waiting to have you in my arms again.” He said, circling his arms around me.
“You literally saw me a few hours ago.”
“A few hours too long.” he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Now you’re mine.”
Wet. I was fucking wet at the sound of those words.
