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It’s better than I could’ve ever dreamed it to be.
Slowly and deliberately, I press my lips to hers, savoring the sweetness of the moment.
This is happening. It’s actually happening!
My heart starts to race and a million fireworks explode inside my head as we deepen the kiss. I explore the sweetness of her mouth, losing myself in the moment. Our bodies press against each other, igniting a fire that has been smoldering for years.
My fingers travel up her back and into her hair and she lets out a soft moan into my mouth. I caress her face, savoring the delicate touch of her skin under my fingers. I continue to kiss her, to drink from that fountain of honey and ambrosia that I thought would never be mine.
Her lips seem to devour me as our tongues intertwine in a passionate dance, each movement sending shivers down my spine. She holds me tightly with her good arm, clutching onto me as if she’s afraid of losing me.
When we break apart, my head is dizzy, as if I’ve just been on a roller coaster ride.
I continue to caress her hair and smile. “I feel like I’ve fallen into a fantasy,” I tell her.
“This is definitely the most special visit to the doctor’s office I’ve ever had in my entire life,” she jokes.
“Oh, yeah, that … I forgot,” I confess, having completely forgotten that only a minute ago I was starting to take off her cast.
We let go of each other and I get to work once again as she watches me intently.
“Does it hurt?” I ask her.
“What? You taking off the cast? Or you kissing me?”
“Very funny,” I reply.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Good. I’m almost done.” After a few more cuts, the cast comes clean off. I remove it and put it to the side. “All done. How do you feel? Can you move your arm for me, please?”
She does as I ask and performs a few slow motions with her left arm.
“I feel … weird,” she says, looking into my eyes.
I have a feeling she’s not talking about her arm…
“Emmy … does your arm feel fine?” I ask, my voice laced with concern.
“Yes. It feels great!” She smiles. “We should celebrate!”
I sigh a breath of relief. “Yes! Let’s celebrate. Why don’t we go out to dinner tonight, after I finish my shift? I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go to a restaurant.”
“Deal!”
I am acutely aware of the fact that both of us are avoiding talking about the kiss. However, I already know I’ll be bringing it up tonight over dinner.
She takes her purse off the chair, signs the papers I give her and, right before she leaves, she looks into my eyes. “Umm … so, I’ll see you tonight, then?”
“It’s a date!”
I wait for her in my Lamborghini, the engine still running—her choice, not mine. I wanted to pick her up right at the door, as usual, maybe even go in, have a drink, and laugh, like we normally do. But she wanted me to wait for her outside.
I take a deep breath and look down at the huge bouquet of roses on the passenger’s seat before catching sight of her exiting the apartment building out of the corner of my eye.
She makes her way toward my car, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk. I hop out and get her car door.
“Hey, you look amazing! As always…” I tell her as I open the door for her.
