wondered if the rest of her was blushing too. I’d sure as shit like to find out.
“I’m glad you are feeling better Trent but you really shouldn’t have come all this way.”
She turned around and got back on her knees again, reaching for her garden tools.
“I quit.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked at me with disbelief.
“Quit?”
“Retired. From the business”
“Oh.”
She went back to weeding around the pitiful looking flowers by the stoop. But her body language was different. Softer. She was definitely listening to me now.
“Don’t tell me you did that for me.”
“No. I did it for me.”
She looked up at me. I held her gaze, refusing to let her look away.
“But you played a big part in that.”
Her mouth opened.
“You see, you made me realize how dirty I felt. Because it wasn’t like that with you. With you, I felt clean.”
Now her eyes were wide. She believed me. I stepped forward, pulling her into my arms.
Two arms this time. Never in my life had I been so grateful to have all my limbs intact. All five of them.
Jesus, she felt good.
I lowered my head, delving my tongue into her mouth. She hesitated for a moment. And then she started kissing me back.
Thank you, Jesus. She was kissing me back.
With a groan I yanked her against me. Our chests collided and I could feel her for the first time without the damn cast in the way. My whole body stood up and cheered.
She felt like heaven. Literal, actual, heaven.
I have no idea how long we stood there, kissing like teenagers. I forgot we were on the street. I forgot everything except the feel of her. Finally, I lifted my head, staring down at her.
She looked soft and so sweet.
“Do you want to come inside for some iced tea?”
I grinned at her. I did want to come inside. But I also did not want to jinx this.
“Actually, I came to schedule our date.”
“Oh. Alright.”
“What’s your next few days like? Can I see?”
She handed me her phone with the calendar app open. I wanted the earliest possible time, but also a time she didn’t work for a few days after. I had big ideas for our date.
I was surprised as fuck that I was willing to wait. But I knew she was worth waiting for.
“Okay, dinner on Friday. I will pick you up at 5.”
“Isn’t that early?
I just smiled at her.
“Just be ready at 5. Sexy Lexi,”
Lexi
I was humming as I made my rounds. Even as I headed towards to room 408. The patient was a cantankerous old man who refused to cooperate during even the most routine examination.
He refused to take his meds, or keep himself clean. He refused to sleep, or wake up at any particular time. He even refused water, but only if you were asking him to drink it.
The second you left, he’d drink or eat anything.
He was a righteous pain in the ass.
Never mind handling his catheter. For some reason, he’d pulled it out several times. That was extremely painful, even for someone whose senses were diminished by age and illness.
With no catheter, he peed all over the place.
If he pulled it out again though, it was diaper city for him. I had had enough. And yet, I was smiling as I entered his room.
Because of Trent.
Everything he’d said to me, even the way he’d shown up at my house out of the blue. He’d refused to give up on me. It made me feel… special.
Like I meant something to him.
Like I hadn’t been a complete idiot to feel all the things I’d been feeling.
He felt it too. I knew it. And that changed everything.
“Hello, Mr. Kline. How are you feeling today?”
I swear the man made a sound that sounded something like ‘harrumph.’ He was basically the bad guy in an old time movie. I smiled at him, all the same.
Nothing was going to bring me down today.
I felt my phone vibrate in my hip and smiled. I knew it was Trent. He and I were playing a little game of phone tag the past few days. Ever since he came to see me.
He texted me good morning every single morning.
And he texted me
“I’m glad you are feeling better Trent but you really shouldn’t have come all this way.”
She turned around and got back on her knees again, reaching for her garden tools.
“I quit.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked at me with disbelief.
“Quit?”
“Retired. From the business”
“Oh.”
She went back to weeding around the pitiful looking flowers by the stoop. But her body language was different. Softer. She was definitely listening to me now.
“Don’t tell me you did that for me.”
“No. I did it for me.”
She looked up at me. I held her gaze, refusing to let her look away.
“But you played a big part in that.”
Her mouth opened.
“You see, you made me realize how dirty I felt. Because it wasn’t like that with you. With you, I felt clean.”
Now her eyes were wide. She believed me. I stepped forward, pulling her into my arms.
Two arms this time. Never in my life had I been so grateful to have all my limbs intact. All five of them.
Jesus, she felt good.
I lowered my head, delving my tongue into her mouth. She hesitated for a moment. And then she started kissing me back.
Thank you, Jesus. She was kissing me back.
With a groan I yanked her against me. Our chests collided and I could feel her for the first time without the damn cast in the way. My whole body stood up and cheered.
She felt like heaven. Literal, actual, heaven.
I have no idea how long we stood there, kissing like teenagers. I forgot we were on the street. I forgot everything except the feel of her. Finally, I lifted my head, staring down at her.
She looked soft and so sweet.
“Do you want to come inside for some iced tea?”
I grinned at her. I did want to come inside. But I also did not want to jinx this.
“Actually, I came to schedule our date.”
“Oh. Alright.”
“What’s your next few days like? Can I see?”
She handed me her phone with the calendar app open. I wanted the earliest possible time, but also a time she didn’t work for a few days after. I had big ideas for our date.
I was surprised as fuck that I was willing to wait. But I knew she was worth waiting for.
“Okay, dinner on Friday. I will pick you up at 5.”
“Isn’t that early?
I just smiled at her.
“Just be ready at 5. Sexy Lexi,”
Lexi
I was humming as I made my rounds. Even as I headed towards to room 408. The patient was a cantankerous old man who refused to cooperate during even the most routine examination.
He refused to take his meds, or keep himself clean. He refused to sleep, or wake up at any particular time. He even refused water, but only if you were asking him to drink it.
The second you left, he’d drink or eat anything.
He was a righteous pain in the ass.
Never mind handling his catheter. For some reason, he’d pulled it out several times. That was extremely painful, even for someone whose senses were diminished by age and illness.
With no catheter, he peed all over the place.
If he pulled it out again though, it was diaper city for him. I had had enough. And yet, I was smiling as I entered his room.
Because of Trent.
Everything he’d said to me, even the way he’d shown up at my house out of the blue. He’d refused to give up on me. It made me feel… special.
Like I meant something to him.
Like I hadn’t been a complete idiot to feel all the things I’d been feeling.
He felt it too. I knew it. And that changed everything.
“Hello, Mr. Kline. How are you feeling today?”
I swear the man made a sound that sounded something like ‘harrumph.’ He was basically the bad guy in an old time movie. I smiled at him, all the same.
Nothing was going to bring me down today.
I felt my phone vibrate in my hip and smiled. I knew it was Trent. He and I were playing a little game of phone tag the past few days. Ever since he came to see me.
He texted me good morning every single morning.
And he texted me
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