lifted an eyebrow.
He sighed dramatically before he spoke. “You were supposed to be a revenge fuck.”
Whoa. Not what I was expecting to hear. Wait, a what?
Her eyes opened wide.
“I know. I know. Let me finish.” He looked down to the floor and back up again as he gathered courage for his next words. “That night that I bumped into you at The Crimson…I was extremely attracted to you. Hell, I’ve been attracted to you since college. I even dated Amber thinking that I could get closer to you. That failed once I realized the two of you weren’t friends and that you just sat next to each other in class.”
Charlie took a sip of her water and cleared her throat again.
Hmmm…I’m not buying it…
“So, back to that night at The Crimson…I don’t know if you noticed, but I was there with another girl. That was my most recent girlfriend, Tammy. That night…” He paused, proving it was harder to say than he thought it would be. “That night, she told me she had cheated on me.” He ran his hand through his hair again in distress. “And I was so pissed…so pissed, that I decided to get revenge. Gabe was actually the one that suggested it. Not you in particular, just the idea of the revenge fuck.”
Charlie scanned the room, wondering where the conversation was going next.
“So, after how horrible I felt that night, I remembered seeing you. And I remembered how beautiful you looked…”
She closed her eyes again and waited for him to finish the story and leave.
He continued rambling, as though it was one long run-on sentence. “But then, you were so real. You were so genuine and I liked you. You weren’t fake or pretentious. And then I felt horribly for thinking all I was going to do was have sex with you and toss you to the side. It actually killed me inside, and I knew I couldn’t. I don’t think I could do that to anyone, least of all you. And that, just pisses me off!” His voice had risen to the point of shouting. Charlie could tell he had an immense internal struggle over his intentions with her.
“And that is what I wanted to tell you that night I was supposed to come over. I wanted to tell you that I wanted you, so desperately. But that I couldn’t, and that I hated myself for thinking I ever could for the reasons I had.”
Trying to process all of his words over the past few minutes, she closed her eyes and shook her head in confusion.
“Yeah, I have no idea where that leaves us. But if you’ll let me, I’d like to start over. Because I don’t think I’ve ever had the kind of connection with anyone like I do with you. You’re not like the others.”
But you’re still an ass—
“Can I ask you something?”
Oh, why not? This conversation couldn’t get anymore confusing.
She nodded.
“What were you going to say to me that night — the night of the accident?”
Oh, great. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? But you said…”
“Nothing, Samuel. I wasn’t going to say anything.”
He put his hands over his face and slid them down to his neck. “I’m such a dick.”
“Yep. You are,” she murmured.
“Hello, Ms…Johnson,” a doctor said, staring at Charlie’s chart, walking through the door. “I was told that you would like a different doctor. Not a problem, I’m Doctor Wolf—”
Samuel closed his eyes, angry at the interruption. “I’ll leave. Oh, and Charlie?” Samuel pleaded. “Just, call me. Call if you need anything.”
Charlie didn’t look at Samuel as he picked up his coat and walked out of the room.
Chapter Nine
What do I do now? I can’t very well do my job. The relationship with Samuel is… what is it? It’s seriously messed up. Aaron Paulson is wandering around this hospital… Aaron Paulson! How is that even possible? Doesn’t it take like, eight years to become a doctor? How old are we? Oh my god! It’s been over seven years since I graduated high school, and nine for Aaron. And look at me. Busted, broken, and wasted. A 24-year-old
He sighed dramatically before he spoke. “You were supposed to be a revenge fuck.”
Whoa. Not what I was expecting to hear. Wait, a what?
Her eyes opened wide.
“I know. I know. Let me finish.” He looked down to the floor and back up again as he gathered courage for his next words. “That night that I bumped into you at The Crimson…I was extremely attracted to you. Hell, I’ve been attracted to you since college. I even dated Amber thinking that I could get closer to you. That failed once I realized the two of you weren’t friends and that you just sat next to each other in class.”
Charlie took a sip of her water and cleared her throat again.
Hmmm…I’m not buying it…
“So, back to that night at The Crimson…I don’t know if you noticed, but I was there with another girl. That was my most recent girlfriend, Tammy. That night…” He paused, proving it was harder to say than he thought it would be. “That night, she told me she had cheated on me.” He ran his hand through his hair again in distress. “And I was so pissed…so pissed, that I decided to get revenge. Gabe was actually the one that suggested it. Not you in particular, just the idea of the revenge fuck.”
Charlie scanned the room, wondering where the conversation was going next.
“So, after how horrible I felt that night, I remembered seeing you. And I remembered how beautiful you looked…”
She closed her eyes again and waited for him to finish the story and leave.
He continued rambling, as though it was one long run-on sentence. “But then, you were so real. You were so genuine and I liked you. You weren’t fake or pretentious. And then I felt horribly for thinking all I was going to do was have sex with you and toss you to the side. It actually killed me inside, and I knew I couldn’t. I don’t think I could do that to anyone, least of all you. And that, just pisses me off!” His voice had risen to the point of shouting. Charlie could tell he had an immense internal struggle over his intentions with her.
“And that is what I wanted to tell you that night I was supposed to come over. I wanted to tell you that I wanted you, so desperately. But that I couldn’t, and that I hated myself for thinking I ever could for the reasons I had.”
Trying to process all of his words over the past few minutes, she closed her eyes and shook her head in confusion.
“Yeah, I have no idea where that leaves us. But if you’ll let me, I’d like to start over. Because I don’t think I’ve ever had the kind of connection with anyone like I do with you. You’re not like the others.”
But you’re still an ass—
“Can I ask you something?”
Oh, why not? This conversation couldn’t get anymore confusing.
She nodded.
“What were you going to say to me that night — the night of the accident?”
Oh, great. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? But you said…”
“Nothing, Samuel. I wasn’t going to say anything.”
He put his hands over his face and slid them down to his neck. “I’m such a dick.”
“Yep. You are,” she murmured.
“Hello, Ms…Johnson,” a doctor said, staring at Charlie’s chart, walking through the door. “I was told that you would like a different doctor. Not a problem, I’m Doctor Wolf—”
Samuel closed his eyes, angry at the interruption. “I’ll leave. Oh, and Charlie?” Samuel pleaded. “Just, call me. Call if you need anything.”
Charlie didn’t look at Samuel as he picked up his coat and walked out of the room.
Chapter Nine
What do I do now? I can’t very well do my job. The relationship with Samuel is… what is it? It’s seriously messed up. Aaron Paulson is wandering around this hospital… Aaron Paulson! How is that even possible? Doesn’t it take like, eight years to become a doctor? How old are we? Oh my god! It’s been over seven years since I graduated high school, and nine for Aaron. And look at me. Busted, broken, and wasted. A 24-year-old
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