A satisfied smile curves his lips. “How was that?”
Out of breath, I maneuver out of his grasp as his fingers exit. I simply stare at him, at a loss for words. He acknowledges my silence and adjusts his own bulge. Placing a soft kiss on my cheek, he asks, “Your place tonight?”
I nod my head, accepting his invitation, and watch as he exits the stairwell. Boy, what have I gotten myself into?
******
The day shift has kicked my ass today. Back to back surgeries and numerous ER visits have really taken a toll on my body. I’m used to standing up for hours on end, but today, I am just not feeling it. It’s been two months since the night at Fusion, and Easton and I can’t keep our hands off each other. Whether it’s at my place, or his place, or even in his office at the hospital, it’s inevitable. With all that and work, I’m exhausted.
Sitting at the nurses station, I input the newest patient’s information into the database. My eyes squint at the blinding computer screen, trying to stay open as I type. Name. Date of Birth. Symptoms. Allergies. Insurance.
It’s the downside to working as a nurse: paperwork. It’s the worst part of my day. We usually have assistants to do all of this for us, but budget cuts have hit us hard. Now we’re all stuck doing our own paperwork.
As I type away, Gia sits at the desk adjacent to me and groans as she opens her folder. Turning on her computer monitor, she glances over. “So, any plans this weekend? Maybe with Easton again?”
“Actually I just kind of want to chill out this weekend. For the past two months, I’ve not been able to just relax and my body is really taking a hit. Besides, Easton doesn’t make plans. He just shows up at my place.”
“So what you’re saying is he’s your fuck buddy.”
I scoff at her, hitting her arm. “No he’s not. He’s…he’s a friend.”
Gia pouts her lips. “Get real Melanie. The man only wants one thing from you, and he’ll keep coming back because you give it to him.”
“That’s not true. We’ve done other things besides sex.”
“Oh yea? Name one moment without sex.”
Concentrating on our shared times, I have a hard time remembering a time when we didn’t have sex.
As the realization hits, a frown sneaks across my face. “I…I can’t think of anything.”
“You see what I mean! He’s using you. I mean, unless that’s what you want. A fuck buddy.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Well, you like him right?”
“Like him? I mean, yeah I do, or I wouldn’t be sleeping with him.”
“Trust me, you don’t need to like the people you sleep with.”
“I don’t know about you, but I certainly do.”
“That’s not the point. Where do you see this going? You guys dating? Has he given any hints about that?”
“We haven’t really talked about it. It’s fun right now. I don’t want to mess it up by opening my mouth.”
“Well, what do you think’s gonna happen when he finds a new piece of ass?”
“I haven’t thought that far.”
“Well, you’d better figure it out.”
“I will, just not right now. I’ll talk him about it later. Who knows, maybe he’ll want to explore the relationship?”
“Or he’ll explore other women.”
“That’s not exactly the boost of confidence I need right now.”