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“It sure is!” I reply. “Today’s the day your cast finally comes off!”
“Is it really? Wow … I’d completely forgotten,” she jokes and runs a hand through her dark silky hair.
As I step closer to her, her smell envelops me. I’m suddenly blasted with the power of a million memories. “Emmy, you smell like vanilla and cherries. Is my mind playing tricks on me or is that how you used to smell back in high school?”
She laughs and I watch as she caresses her collarbone with the tips of her fingers in a slow, seductive, intoxicating move. “You’re absolutely right! I was shopping online for some new makeup and I happened to come across the Bath and Body Works spray that I used to wear back in high school. I guess I got a little nostalgic. Or—” She stops and looks to the side as if she’s trying to figure out if she should speak more on the topic or not.
“Or … what?” I ask.
“Nothing. Anyway, do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it! It’s my favorite smell in the world!” I confess without thinking twice.
There’s a moment of awkward silence between us.
Neither of us can tell if these confessions are still friendly or if they mean something else now. Something more.
“Umm … so, shall we get on with it, then? Taking the cast off, I mean?” Emmy asks.
“Yes, of course! Go ahead and take a seat on the examination table and I’ll get the tools ready.”
She does as instructed and climbs on the examination table while I pull a tray of tools close to her.
“This is so weird,” she says as I start to work on getting it off.
“Why is that? Did you get used to the cast after all this time?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just … weird to see you like this.” She waves her good arm at me. “As a doctor. Doing your job. Treating me like a patient. You’re so … grown up.”
I pause for a moment with the scissors in midair and look into her eyes. Her icy blue irises are almost transparent, fixed on my face now. “You’ve visited me at the hospital before. Plus, the ambulance brought you here when you broke your arm…”
“Mhmm. I guess I just meant that you’ve changed a lot. In my mind, I’ve always seen you as the sweet and wonderful boy you used to be when I met you all those years ago. Of course, you’re still sweet and wonderful. But…”
“What?”
“You’re not a boy anymore.”
My heart starts to race and I watch in disbelief as Emmy’s face comes closer and closer to mine. She’s so close now that I can feel her breath on my skin, I can see every single detail of her face, like an exquisite painting.
I slowly set the scissors down as I wait for her next move.
“You’re so handsome, do you know that?” she whispers.
My hands travel down her arms. Her soft skin, coupled with the irresistible smell of vanilla and cherry is driving me wild.
“Do you taste like cherries as well?” I can hear myself asking her, and it’s almost like a disembodied voice. As if I’m living a fantasy, something I’ve been dreaming about since I was a teenager.
“Would you like to find out?” she asks me.
I encircle her waist with my arms and hold her tightly against me, staring at her lips.
Her red lipstick is the most enticing thing I’ve ever seen, and my desire to kiss her right now feels like an ocean engulfing my very soul.
“Emmy … is this really happening, or am I dreaming?” I whisper.
She doesn’t answer.
Instead, she tilts her head and lightly parts her voluptuous lips, as if to welcome me. I lower my head and brush my lips against hers—they’re soft and plump, and taste of cherries and vanilla.
