need… that obsessive feeling he gives me, it bubbles to the surface as I decide on my answer. I want to stay, but I’m scared. Doesn’t this have disaster written all over it? I can almost sense his touch along my skin, and if I close my eyes, I know I’ll see his face. I think we’ve both passed that threshold of self-preservation.
Me: I’d like that. I’ll run home first, grab some things.
Cole: I’ll get dinner.
Me: Sounds like a date.
Cole: Pay attention.
Me: Yes, sir.
My smile is so big I probably look like an idiot, but I don’t care. Cole and I are a lot alike when it comes to control issues, but where his issues are obvious, mine, on the other hand, are well hidden and deeply connected to the male sex in general. Being with Cole like this, it’s new for me too. I just hope I can handle it when that last thread of inevitability unravels, because losing myself to a man... it’s not something I’ve ever wanted. But getting lost in Cole, it’s too easy. I’ve already lost my way.
It’s busy tonight, the evening commute is underway and it’s been a shit show on the highways. I used to make fun of people who blamed the weather or the cycle of the moon on shit, but once I became an ER doctor I realized there was a method to the madness. It’s supposed to be a full moon tonight and people drive like assholes. We’ve had three traumas already, and I’ve only been on shift six hours. Everyone is running around. The staff is short two nurses, and the other docs on tonight are fucking idiots. I exhale a long breath and try to relax. In six more hours, I’ll be buried between her flawless legs. I haven’t seen her in a week; our schedules were opposites these past few days, and to say it’s been difficult being without her… would be a gross understatement. She drives me crazy. It’s like I’ve never lived before her.
I’m unreasonably addicted to Bailey Evans.
These past two months with her have been the most un-fucking-believably, out of control months of my life. Dating her, sleeping with her, having her in all aspects of my life—it’s messy, unpredictable, and scary as fuck. But, I like having her in my life, at my apartment, her smell on my sheets, her toothbrush in the bathroom, her Converse tennis shoes on my bedroom floor. I like the disorder she brings into my small world. I actually feel happy for once. I smirk outwardly at the thought.
“You got a visitor.” Dr. Miles's smug tone irritates me. I look up from my computer and see Bailey standing in the triage area wearing a way too short dress. She scans the room and her eyes lock on mine. The smile she gives me spreads slowly across her sweet lips. “She asked for you… she’s pretty hot.” Miles nudges me in the ribs as I stand. My glare doesn’t faze him.
“Put your dick away, that’s my girlfriend.” As I walk away, I hear his chuckle and it makes me angry. I don’t like people knowing my business, let alone who I’m dating. I pause and watch her lean against the wall. The white fabric of her dress against her tan skin almost makes her glow. My appreciations fall along the curve of her hip, to her exposed thighs, and down to the floor. I shake my head with a grin at the purple chucks she has on.
She pushes off the wall and meets me just in front of the nurses station. Without thinking, I frame her face with my hands. Her long, dark hair is hanging in waves down her back.
“Hello… are you busy?” she asks, her smile reaches her eyes.
I take her mouth to mine, the taste of cinnamon engulfs my senses and I’m gone to her… again.
Pulling away, I find the pink blush I crave. “I think we have an audience.” She giggles and I stiffen.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The staff behind the desk watch us with wide eyes.
I lean down and bring my lips to her ear. “Goddamn it, Bailey. You show up here in this dress…” The words are a deep growl. I take her hand in mine and walk briskly to the back
Me: I’d like that. I’ll run home first, grab some things.
Cole: I’ll get dinner.
Me: Sounds like a date.
Cole: Pay attention.
Me: Yes, sir.
My smile is so big I probably look like an idiot, but I don’t care. Cole and I are a lot alike when it comes to control issues, but where his issues are obvious, mine, on the other hand, are well hidden and deeply connected to the male sex in general. Being with Cole like this, it’s new for me too. I just hope I can handle it when that last thread of inevitability unravels, because losing myself to a man... it’s not something I’ve ever wanted. But getting lost in Cole, it’s too easy. I’ve already lost my way.
It’s busy tonight, the evening commute is underway and it’s been a shit show on the highways. I used to make fun of people who blamed the weather or the cycle of the moon on shit, but once I became an ER doctor I realized there was a method to the madness. It’s supposed to be a full moon tonight and people drive like assholes. We’ve had three traumas already, and I’ve only been on shift six hours. Everyone is running around. The staff is short two nurses, and the other docs on tonight are fucking idiots. I exhale a long breath and try to relax. In six more hours, I’ll be buried between her flawless legs. I haven’t seen her in a week; our schedules were opposites these past few days, and to say it’s been difficult being without her… would be a gross understatement. She drives me crazy. It’s like I’ve never lived before her.
I’m unreasonably addicted to Bailey Evans.
These past two months with her have been the most un-fucking-believably, out of control months of my life. Dating her, sleeping with her, having her in all aspects of my life—it’s messy, unpredictable, and scary as fuck. But, I like having her in my life, at my apartment, her smell on my sheets, her toothbrush in the bathroom, her Converse tennis shoes on my bedroom floor. I like the disorder she brings into my small world. I actually feel happy for once. I smirk outwardly at the thought.
“You got a visitor.” Dr. Miles's smug tone irritates me. I look up from my computer and see Bailey standing in the triage area wearing a way too short dress. She scans the room and her eyes lock on mine. The smile she gives me spreads slowly across her sweet lips. “She asked for you… she’s pretty hot.” Miles nudges me in the ribs as I stand. My glare doesn’t faze him.
“Put your dick away, that’s my girlfriend.” As I walk away, I hear his chuckle and it makes me angry. I don’t like people knowing my business, let alone who I’m dating. I pause and watch her lean against the wall. The white fabric of her dress against her tan skin almost makes her glow. My appreciations fall along the curve of her hip, to her exposed thighs, and down to the floor. I shake my head with a grin at the purple chucks she has on.
She pushes off the wall and meets me just in front of the nurses station. Without thinking, I frame her face with my hands. Her long, dark hair is hanging in waves down her back.
“Hello… are you busy?” she asks, her smile reaches her eyes.
I take her mouth to mine, the taste of cinnamon engulfs my senses and I’m gone to her… again.
Pulling away, I find the pink blush I crave. “I think we have an audience.” She giggles and I stiffen.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The staff behind the desk watch us with wide eyes.
I lean down and bring my lips to her ear. “Goddamn it, Bailey. You show up here in this dress…” The words are a deep growl. I take her hand in mine and walk briskly to the back
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