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Authors: Isabella Redwood
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radiating out from my body, mixed with the highly charged emotions of the expectant couple, a potent cocktail. The doors opened on the delivery floor and the couple waddled out together, clutching each other for support.
‘Good luck,’ I shouted, turning to gush to Nicholi. ‘It’s so exciting, a new life will be born today, completely free from tarnish and expectation.’ Before I could finish my thought Nicholi pulled me into his arms and lowering down, our lips met for the first time. Passion and desire flowing freely, we moved in unison. I reached up and laced my fingers within his thick brown hair; he traced the outline of my back and then pulled away.
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,’ he recoiled, turning to face the elevators side.
‘I’m not.’ With that thought pulsing through my veins, I pulled his arm back and standing on my toes reached up to kiss him, gently at first until I heard him groan with pleasure and pull me against him, the curves of our bodies melding together perfectly.
The peal of the elevator announced we were approaching our destination, and I reluctantly pulled away, my heart acknowledging its satisfaction throughout my whole body. What had we done? What were we doing? Does this mean anything? The thoughts were now rushing through my head in a nauseating fashion, like an endlessly turning merry-go-round. As though acknowledging my confused state, Nicholi reached for my hand, our fingers locked and entwined before he bent down to kiss my nose.
‘That was the best elevator ride I have ever had,’ he whispered, grinning from ear to ear and pulled me forward to the waiting room. I checked in and sat down next to Nicholi who was flicking through a magazine casually.
‘What are you doing at work today?’ I asked, almost whispering. Trying to keep my head clear and my thoughts cool; I locked my hands together on my lap.
‘I have to present the project I have been working on to the senior partners and think about when I will see you again.’ His voice dropped with the latter and he leaned across to unlock my hand from its prison, taking it into his own.
‘What are your plans?’ he questioned, stroking his finger against my hand as though he was tracing every last line, making me lose any ability to communicate.
‘I, er,’ taking a deep breath I continued. ‘Have to do some errands, bank and post office.’ I dwindled away, looking up to meet his gaze, his eyes penetrating my soul, and I knew exactly where this was going and what I was doing. ‘Thinking about you,’ I added, the sound of my name being called out brought me back to reality and I leaned in to kiss him on the nose. ‘See you soon,’ I whispered, heading to where the voice had come from, taking one last look at Nicholi, who had never looked happier since I had met him.
‘Miss Thomas,’ the voice announced, turning around to face me. A woman in her early forties approached me, her glasses perched on the end of her nose, pinching her nostrils slightly, creating a nasally tone.
‘It’s Nichols,’ I corrected, eyeing the woman suspiciously.
‘Of course, the doctor will be with you shortly,’ she confirmed, sauntering off through the door.
‘Miss Nichols.’ A male doctor appeared. A face I remembered from that night. ‘How are we doing?’ he asked, sitting and applying a pair of gloves, the elastic vocalising its displeasure.
‘Good thanks, I think I am healing well,’ I explained as he reached down to examine the wound.
‘Yes, you are, the stitches have dissolved nicely, no need to keep dressing it, just during bathing for the first two days then you can leave it off altogether.’ He wrote studiously away on his tablet. ‘Do you have any questions for me?’ he asked, placing the tablet back in its dock and looking up.
‘Can I drive now?’ I replied, hoping that I would receive positive news; I hated being reliant on people, though when I thought of
‘Good luck,’ I shouted, turning to gush to Nicholi. ‘It’s so exciting, a new life will be born today, completely free from tarnish and expectation.’ Before I could finish my thought Nicholi pulled me into his arms and lowering down, our lips met for the first time. Passion and desire flowing freely, we moved in unison. I reached up and laced my fingers within his thick brown hair; he traced the outline of my back and then pulled away.
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,’ he recoiled, turning to face the elevators side.
‘I’m not.’ With that thought pulsing through my veins, I pulled his arm back and standing on my toes reached up to kiss him, gently at first until I heard him groan with pleasure and pull me against him, the curves of our bodies melding together perfectly.
The peal of the elevator announced we were approaching our destination, and I reluctantly pulled away, my heart acknowledging its satisfaction throughout my whole body. What had we done? What were we doing? Does this mean anything? The thoughts were now rushing through my head in a nauseating fashion, like an endlessly turning merry-go-round. As though acknowledging my confused state, Nicholi reached for my hand, our fingers locked and entwined before he bent down to kiss my nose.
‘That was the best elevator ride I have ever had,’ he whispered, grinning from ear to ear and pulled me forward to the waiting room. I checked in and sat down next to Nicholi who was flicking through a magazine casually.
‘What are you doing at work today?’ I asked, almost whispering. Trying to keep my head clear and my thoughts cool; I locked my hands together on my lap.
‘I have to present the project I have been working on to the senior partners and think about when I will see you again.’ His voice dropped with the latter and he leaned across to unlock my hand from its prison, taking it into his own.
‘What are your plans?’ he questioned, stroking his finger against my hand as though he was tracing every last line, making me lose any ability to communicate.
‘I, er,’ taking a deep breath I continued. ‘Have to do some errands, bank and post office.’ I dwindled away, looking up to meet his gaze, his eyes penetrating my soul, and I knew exactly where this was going and what I was doing. ‘Thinking about you,’ I added, the sound of my name being called out brought me back to reality and I leaned in to kiss him on the nose. ‘See you soon,’ I whispered, heading to where the voice had come from, taking one last look at Nicholi, who had never looked happier since I had met him.
‘Miss Thomas,’ the voice announced, turning around to face me. A woman in her early forties approached me, her glasses perched on the end of her nose, pinching her nostrils slightly, creating a nasally tone.
‘It’s Nichols,’ I corrected, eyeing the woman suspiciously.
‘Of course, the doctor will be with you shortly,’ she confirmed, sauntering off through the door.
‘Miss Nichols.’ A male doctor appeared. A face I remembered from that night. ‘How are we doing?’ he asked, sitting and applying a pair of gloves, the elastic vocalising its displeasure.
‘Good thanks, I think I am healing well,’ I explained as he reached down to examine the wound.
‘Yes, you are, the stitches have dissolved nicely, no need to keep dressing it, just during bathing for the first two days then you can leave it off altogether.’ He wrote studiously away on his tablet. ‘Do you have any questions for me?’ he asked, placing the tablet back in its dock and looking up.
‘Can I drive now?’ I replied, hoping that I would receive positive news; I hated being reliant on people, though when I thought of
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