Lucy: Hope you had a great time tonight! You looked amazing, and it looked like you had a great time with Drew. Here’re the pics I snapped of the two of you!
Drew: I made it home, wish I was still there kissing you.
I scroll through the few images that Lucy sent me, smiling at some of the candid shots she captured when I didn’t even know she was taking them. She captured moments between Drew and I that paint a picture of something that could be building. One shows the moment we were talking over a glass of wine, when his fingers kept brushing along my neck. Even with the horrible lighting, I can see the blush spread across my skin in the snapshot. I can see the way that we’re both turned toward each other and looking at one another. If the pictures tell a true story, then the attraction is mutual, and that kiss tonight confirms it.
Megan: Thanks for these, even if you were being sneaky taking them. I had a great time. Just got home a little bit ago and about to go to sleep.
Megan: Thanks for the wonderful evening. Kissing can continue again tomorrow… :winky face:
I smile as I hit send on the text to Drew. I check to make sure that I sent it to him and not Lucy. That would be bad if I mixed up that text message.
I set my phone down on my nightstand and pull my Kindle out. I only get a page or so into my book when my phone buzzes next to me. I hold out, reading the rest of my chapter before I pick my phone up to see who texted me back.
Drew: It’s tomorrow…
I smile at his text and see that he sent it at one minute after midnight. I squeal out in excitement at it. The fact that he wants to kiss me again has me shaking in excitement as I lay in my bed. I let my mind wander just a little bit before I reply to him. I dream about what his lips will feel like against my skin, and those thoughts send tingles down my entire body until they settle in my core.
Megan: That it is. Good night Drew. I’ll talk to you later today.
I smile once again as I put my phone back on the nightstand and turn back to my book. I can’t just cave in to his every text or comment yet. If he really wants to pursue something, then he’ll work for it. I don’t make it much longer before I fall asleep reading. I also don’t hear any chimes or vibrations from my phone in that amount of time.
“SO, HOW WAS YOUR SUNDAY?” Lucy asks over lunch.
“Good. The usual, laundry, groceries, prepping for the week,” I tell her nonchalantly.
“So, you wouldn’t know anything about my cousin skipping out on dinner at my grandmother’s house?” She smiles as if she already knows something.
I can instantly feel my cheeks heating in what I’m sure is a lobster-red blush filling my face and giving me away in a second flat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I feign my innocence, shoving a bite of my sandwich in my mouth.
“Mhmmm,” she mumbles around a bite of her own lunch. “Tyler said they got together in the morning for a six-mile run, but Drew said he had plans with someone for the afternoon. Said it was a date.”
“Oh that. Yeah, we might have had dinner together last night,” I tell her once I’ve swallowed down my bite. The date was so simple, but amazing. Drew showed up with some takeout that we shared as we talked and got to know one another more, between make out sessions like we were two teens trying to sneak in moments while our parents were in the other room.
“I knew it!” she exclaims, smacking her hand against the table. “You better thank me and make me your maid of honor when the two of you fall in love and get married.”
“Slow your horses there, it was one date,” I exclaim as I look around to see how many people are staring at us. Thankfully, I don’t find anyone looking our way as I turn my attention back to Lucy.
“Two,” she says, holding up her fingers. “In two days,” she enunciates. “I’d say the two of you are pretty enamored with each other. I saw how you both looked at each other all night Saturday night. I could almost see the heart eyes above both of your heads.”
“Dramatic enough?” I ask, trying to hold in a giggle and failing after a few seconds.
“Nope,” she pauses to take a sip of her drink, “just happy in my handiwork. Both of you deserve the best, and I think you’re perfect for each other. Like I said before, don’t forget to thank me when things are a happily ever after for the two of you. I’m calling it now. You’ll have a ring on your finger in eighteen months, tops, and a new last name within, oh, twelve, maybe eighteen months from then. Mark. My. Words,” she says, a shit eating grin on her lips.
“What are you marking your words for?” Drew asks as he stops at our table. He pulls the chair out next to me and takes a seat, and flashes me a quick smile. One that tells me that I’ve been on his mind just as much as he’s been on mine since we parted ways last night.
“Oh nothing,” Lucy singsongs. “Just a little thing between Megan and me,” she tells him, that huge grin still plastered to her face. “So, you skipped out on dinner last night. Where might you have been?” she asks him, turning the spotlight onto him.
“Busy. I had other plans,” he says as he gives me a questioning look. I just nod at him, hoping he understands my nod as approval to confirm that we were having dinner together.
“She already knows that we had dinner together. Apparently, your brother already filled her in,” I tell him, pausing her little information quest.
“Did he now?” he says, looking at Lucy, his eyebrow raised in question and a grin on his face like he’s onto her game.
“Ok, fine,” she says on a huff. “He might have let it slip that you had a date and I put two and two together.”
We all look at each other, and I stay quiet, waiting for who’s going to crack first.
“So, where’d you go? What’d you do?” Lucy finally asks, looking between the two of us.
“Just the basics, dinner and getting to know each other more,” Drew tells her.
I look at him and can see the lust in his eyes. I assume his thoughts are going back to last night, just as mine are. I can feel the blush creeping back up my cheeks as I think more about last night. Of how he left me feeling and how I had to take matters into my own hands when he left me ready to burst with sexual frustration.
“Do I need to leave the table? Or better yet, do the two of you need to go find an empty on call room? You’re undressing each other with your eyes and it’s a little uncomfortable,” Lucy says from across the table.
Drew breaks our eye contact and looks across the table at her. “Really, Lucy?” he says, annoyance filling his voice.
“Sorry,” she says, biting her lip. “Guess I took that a little far. But in my defense, the two of you were basically eye fucking each other.”
“On that note, I think I’m going to get back to work,” I say, placing my things back in my lunch box and moving back from the table. “Are we still on for after work?” I ask Drew before I leave and head to the locker room so I can put my lunch box away before I see my next patient.
“Of course,” Drew replies.
“See you guys later,” I tell them before rolling away as quickly as I can. I need to get away from this table before I completely burst into flames from embarrassment.