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Authors: Jennifer Jamelli
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Callie! Stop thinking about it.
But “some other time” could be any—
Callie!
Soon. He told Judy that it will be—
“Thanks for driving me home.” I make my mouth, my out loud words, interrupt my mind.
{Ed Sheeran cuts in with “ Thinking Out Loud .” But I’m not speaking my thoughts. I’m speaking to try to stop myself from thinking. That isn’t—}
“No problem, Callie.” As we take the final steps to my door, he squeezes my hand. Squeezes a warm tingly feeling from my hand to my—
“And so you know…” He stops and turns toward me on my doorstep.
Eyes on eyes. Hand still squeezing. Tingly feeling. Still.
“I’m not worried about your blood test results.” He pauses, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Heatedly. “Or waiting on them.”
So he’s reading my mind again, or my mind from like three minutes ago anyway. But he’s doing it in a hot way. So it’s hard to get mad.
He starts to lean in. In. In.
{Ed Sheeran gets louder.}
His lips sweep across mine ever so slightly. Ever so not enough. He pulls back and looks at me, still holding my fingers in his.
“I wish that you didn’t have class. And that I didn’t have work.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
I also wish I weren’t bleeding. {THANK GOD I’m not blurting my thoughts out loud like you are, Ed Sheeran. Because, seriously—}
A phone rings. My phone rings. He lets go of my hand so I can reach into my purse to see who is—
It’s Melanie.
“It’s Melanie.”
{Well, okay, maybe we’re a little on the same page, Ed.}
“You take it. I’ve got to get to work anyway, and you have to get ready for class. I’ll talk to you soon.”
A smile. Another brush of his lips, this time on my cheek. Another tingle running through me.
And he heads to his car. As I watch him go, I answer my call. “Hey, Mel. How are you feeling today?”
“Much better. But Doug still insists that I rest today.”
“Good. You need to rest.”
His car pulls away. I open my front door and slip my shoes off on my shoe towel as Melanie tells me the Abby plan for today.
“Okay, well, Mandy will watch Abby until you get back from class. She’ll feed her lunch, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Sounds good, Mel.” I head to the kitchen to wash my hands.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something. What else should I send along with her? What—”
“Stop worrying, Melanie.” I cradle the phone with my neck and shoulder and begin soaping up my hands. “You are supposed to be calm, remember?” Soap. Soap. Soap.
“I know. It’s just—”
“Stop, Mel. Everything will be fine.” Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. “Relax and watch a movie or play Words with Friends or something.” That is how people relax…from what I’ve been told…
“I will. But first I want to know how your after-hours therapy is going.” Teasing. Lots of teasing in her voice.
Rinse. Rinse. Rinse. “It’s fine, Mel. I’m not better yet, though, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She laughs.
“That’s not what I’m asking. I just want to know if you’ve told Dr. Blake that you are in love with him yet.”
“Melanie!” Dry. Dry. Dry.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’” She laughs again. “I just thought that maybe you had since your therapy appointments seem to be, um, somewhat like high school make out sessions.”
So clearly Mandy has talked to Melanie recently. About me. About us. About last night.
Last night…in his arms. Close to—
“Seriously, though, you should tell him, Callie. He obviously feels the same way about you.”
Obviously? He hasn’t said anything about it. He hasn’t—
“Callie? Are you there?”
“I’m still here.”
“I take it you don’t want to talk about your, as Mandy calls it, ‘burning passion’ for the hot doctor.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh as I head to the hallway closet for the Lysol. “That’s right, Mel.”
“Fine. Mandy will just have to keep me posted.”
Back to the
Callie! Stop thinking about it.
But “some other time” could be any—
Callie!
Soon. He told Judy that it will be—
“Thanks for driving me home.” I make my mouth, my out loud words, interrupt my mind.
{Ed Sheeran cuts in with “ Thinking Out Loud .” But I’m not speaking my thoughts. I’m speaking to try to stop myself from thinking. That isn’t—}
“No problem, Callie.” As we take the final steps to my door, he squeezes my hand. Squeezes a warm tingly feeling from my hand to my—
“And so you know…” He stops and turns toward me on my doorstep.
Eyes on eyes. Hand still squeezing. Tingly feeling. Still.
“I’m not worried about your blood test results.” He pauses, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Heatedly. “Or waiting on them.”
So he’s reading my mind again, or my mind from like three minutes ago anyway. But he’s doing it in a hot way. So it’s hard to get mad.
He starts to lean in. In. In.
{Ed Sheeran gets louder.}
His lips sweep across mine ever so slightly. Ever so not enough. He pulls back and looks at me, still holding my fingers in his.
“I wish that you didn’t have class. And that I didn’t have work.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
I also wish I weren’t bleeding. {THANK GOD I’m not blurting my thoughts out loud like you are, Ed Sheeran. Because, seriously—}
A phone rings. My phone rings. He lets go of my hand so I can reach into my purse to see who is—
It’s Melanie.
“It’s Melanie.”
{Well, okay, maybe we’re a little on the same page, Ed.}
“You take it. I’ve got to get to work anyway, and you have to get ready for class. I’ll talk to you soon.”
A smile. Another brush of his lips, this time on my cheek. Another tingle running through me.
And he heads to his car. As I watch him go, I answer my call. “Hey, Mel. How are you feeling today?”
“Much better. But Doug still insists that I rest today.”
“Good. You need to rest.”
His car pulls away. I open my front door and slip my shoes off on my shoe towel as Melanie tells me the Abby plan for today.
“Okay, well, Mandy will watch Abby until you get back from class. She’ll feed her lunch, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Sounds good, Mel.” I head to the kitchen to wash my hands.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something. What else should I send along with her? What—”
“Stop worrying, Melanie.” I cradle the phone with my neck and shoulder and begin soaping up my hands. “You are supposed to be calm, remember?” Soap. Soap. Soap.
“I know. It’s just—”
“Stop, Mel. Everything will be fine.” Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. “Relax and watch a movie or play Words with Friends or something.” That is how people relax…from what I’ve been told…
“I will. But first I want to know how your after-hours therapy is going.” Teasing. Lots of teasing in her voice.
Rinse. Rinse. Rinse. “It’s fine, Mel. I’m not better yet, though, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She laughs.
“That’s not what I’m asking. I just want to know if you’ve told Dr. Blake that you are in love with him yet.”
“Melanie!” Dry. Dry. Dry.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’” She laughs again. “I just thought that maybe you had since your therapy appointments seem to be, um, somewhat like high school make out sessions.”
So clearly Mandy has talked to Melanie recently. About me. About us. About last night.
Last night…in his arms. Close to—
“Seriously, though, you should tell him, Callie. He obviously feels the same way about you.”
Obviously? He hasn’t said anything about it. He hasn’t—
“Callie? Are you there?”
“I’m still here.”
“I take it you don’t want to talk about your, as Mandy calls it, ‘burning passion’ for the hot doctor.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh as I head to the hallway closet for the Lysol. “That’s right, Mel.”
“Fine. Mandy will just have to keep me posted.”
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