about yourself other than what you do for a living," I ask and hear him take a deep breath.
"Well, let's see," he begins. "My parents have been married for thirty-five years and are still madly in love with each other. They enjoy each other's company and miss one another when they're apart. My childhood was wonderful and I was a member of everything, Boy Scouts, Drama Club, Glee Club, Chess Club, you name it – everything. I went to the same summer camp for ten years until I was just too old to go anymore. My decision to go to medical school was a no brainer with both my mother and father as doctors."
"What medical school did you attend?" I ask, taking a sip of my wine.
"Harvard. I graduated high school early and Harvard accepted me. I feel as if I've been in school all my life. If there’s a new medical advancement, I educate myself and research it. I’m always learning and advancing my craft.”
"Do you and Maddie get on as siblings? I always wished I had a brother or sister,” I ask, changing the subject.
"I adore her," he says through a smile. "Even though we are the same age, I have taken on the role of the older brother, which technically I am … by two whole minutes. She comes to me when she needs me. If you could see us, we are like night and day. I'm six foot one, and she’s five foot five. My hair is lighter brown than hers since I inherited my mother’s coloring and she’s inherited my father’s. We both have blue eyes, however." I know he’s smiling as he talks about her. I want to see that smile, so I get up the nerve to ask.
"Matthew, do you mind if I look at you?" I ask, shyly.
"No, not at all. I was hoping you would want to."
He scoots closer to me and takes my hands, placing them on his face. After he takes a deep breath, he releases it after a long while. I start with his forehead. It's strong and deep and I can see his worry lines and know that he concentrates often and deeply. I then run my fingers along his thin eyebrows, down to his eyes. They are big, with long eyelashes. I smile at that and envision his eyes lined with dark, thick lashes. His nose is straight and thin and his cheekbones are high. I catch myself licking and biting my lower lip when I run my fingertips along his very strong jaw and down to his square chin, which has a slight cleft right in the middle. Raising my fingers to his lips, I lick mine again in the process. After allowing me to touch them, he parts them and smiles at me. Dropping my hands to my lap, I digest everything I've just learned and smile.
"Lovely," I say in a bare whisper. He chuckles when he takes my hand and kisses the inside of my palm again.
"That was a very pleasant experience," he breathes in deeply.
"Maybe we should get going," I suggest, smiling at him.
"Good idea," he replies, getting up and taking my hand with him. "Let me put the wine in the refrigerator and clean up these glasses."
"That's all right, Matthew. Just put them in the sink, and I'll take care of them in the morning," I say, reaching my hand out to him, smiling when he takes it. "Let's go."
"Oh, let's not forget the pie,” I gasp. “And I made one for you to take home to snack on later."
"A girl after my own heart.”
Matthew takes my hand and wraps it through his arm and guides me to his car. We each have a pie and we laugh, hoping neither one of us trips and drops them. Placing the desserts in the back seat, he helps me inside, even buckling me in. Once he shuts my door, I inhale the new leather smell.
"Smells great, doesn't it?" he asks when I take another deep breath. "New leather smells the best."
"Is this a new car? What kind is it?" I ask, running my hands over the surfaces I can reach.
"It's a Jaguar ... and is gun-metal grey," he explains. "Joy, do you still know your colors? You know, from when you could see as a kid?"
"Yes. I remember the basics … black and white, yellow and green … red," I reply, smiling at him. "I have to work hard to recall a lot
"Well, let's see," he begins. "My parents have been married for thirty-five years and are still madly in love with each other. They enjoy each other's company and miss one another when they're apart. My childhood was wonderful and I was a member of everything, Boy Scouts, Drama Club, Glee Club, Chess Club, you name it – everything. I went to the same summer camp for ten years until I was just too old to go anymore. My decision to go to medical school was a no brainer with both my mother and father as doctors."
"What medical school did you attend?" I ask, taking a sip of my wine.
"Harvard. I graduated high school early and Harvard accepted me. I feel as if I've been in school all my life. If there’s a new medical advancement, I educate myself and research it. I’m always learning and advancing my craft.”
"Do you and Maddie get on as siblings? I always wished I had a brother or sister,” I ask, changing the subject.
"I adore her," he says through a smile. "Even though we are the same age, I have taken on the role of the older brother, which technically I am … by two whole minutes. She comes to me when she needs me. If you could see us, we are like night and day. I'm six foot one, and she’s five foot five. My hair is lighter brown than hers since I inherited my mother’s coloring and she’s inherited my father’s. We both have blue eyes, however." I know he’s smiling as he talks about her. I want to see that smile, so I get up the nerve to ask.
"Matthew, do you mind if I look at you?" I ask, shyly.
"No, not at all. I was hoping you would want to."
He scoots closer to me and takes my hands, placing them on his face. After he takes a deep breath, he releases it after a long while. I start with his forehead. It's strong and deep and I can see his worry lines and know that he concentrates often and deeply. I then run my fingers along his thin eyebrows, down to his eyes. They are big, with long eyelashes. I smile at that and envision his eyes lined with dark, thick lashes. His nose is straight and thin and his cheekbones are high. I catch myself licking and biting my lower lip when I run my fingertips along his very strong jaw and down to his square chin, which has a slight cleft right in the middle. Raising my fingers to his lips, I lick mine again in the process. After allowing me to touch them, he parts them and smiles at me. Dropping my hands to my lap, I digest everything I've just learned and smile.
"Lovely," I say in a bare whisper. He chuckles when he takes my hand and kisses the inside of my palm again.
"That was a very pleasant experience," he breathes in deeply.
"Maybe we should get going," I suggest, smiling at him.
"Good idea," he replies, getting up and taking my hand with him. "Let me put the wine in the refrigerator and clean up these glasses."
"That's all right, Matthew. Just put them in the sink, and I'll take care of them in the morning," I say, reaching my hand out to him, smiling when he takes it. "Let's go."
"Oh, let's not forget the pie,” I gasp. “And I made one for you to take home to snack on later."
"A girl after my own heart.”
Matthew takes my hand and wraps it through his arm and guides me to his car. We each have a pie and we laugh, hoping neither one of us trips and drops them. Placing the desserts in the back seat, he helps me inside, even buckling me in. Once he shuts my door, I inhale the new leather smell.
"Smells great, doesn't it?" he asks when I take another deep breath. "New leather smells the best."
"Is this a new car? What kind is it?" I ask, running my hands over the surfaces I can reach.
"It's a Jaguar ... and is gun-metal grey," he explains. "Joy, do you still know your colors? You know, from when you could see as a kid?"
"Yes. I remember the basics … black and white, yellow and green … red," I reply, smiling at him. "I have to work hard to recall a lot
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