tomorrow.
I take the stairs up to Mrs. Grace’s floor. I’m anxious and need to burn some energy to settle this feeling. Once I get up to the seventh floor, I pause and take a deep breath, partly to catch my breath and partly to pull it together. I head to the nurses’ station, where I grab her chart and start to write notes.
“Sara, I’ll be back tomorrow at eleven. Can you make sure Dr. Mitchell has signed off on Mrs. Grace’s chart by then?”
“Yes, of course, Hannah.” She smirks at me while she continues typing. I head back to Mrs. Grace’s room. Grant and Shane are laughing at something John has just said, but they all look up as I enter the room.
“I was just wondering what is the game plan for tomorrow?” They all look excited. Grant stands up and pulls out his Blackberry.
“I have the plane on standby from eleven on. I was hoping to be at the airport by noon. It’s a short flight, so we should be back at the Cape by one fifteen.” He looks at me with the look he gave me earlier.
Please don’t look at me like that
, I think. I don’t think I could push him away from me again.
“I will be back here at eleven tomorrow. I already spoke with Dr. Mitchell and the staff, and they have assured me she will be ready to be discharged by then.” I look over at Mrs. Grace, who looks delighted at the news.
“Good night.” I make eye contact with all of them and realize that Aiden isn’t in the room. Grant walks over to me.
“Good night, Hannah,” Grant whispers in my ear as he touches my arm. His breath on my ear makes me warm in all the right places. I walk out of the room before anyone sees my reaction to Grant’s touch.
I become lost in thought again as I head out of the hospital. I stop when I get outside. The sun feels good again, slowly melting my skin. I feel hands on my lower back, pushing me forward into a walk.
“So I hear you’re coming with us tomorrow.” With us? Why did I say yes? I didn’t think Aiden was coming too, but then again, why wouldn’t he?
“I wasn’t aware you would be joining us,” I say, still enjoying his hands on me. He laughs.
“Well, we are going home.” Home? Oh, that’s right, Mrs. Grace lives in Massachusetts. They must all live up there.
I’m so stupid
, I think for the millionth time today. While I navigate my way through the parking lot, neither one of us speaks. I click the Unlock button andturn to him once I’ve reached my bumper. He looks around and takes my hand, leading me to the side of my truck. His body moves against me, pinning me against my truck. He bends his head to my neck, and I lean to the side, giving him permission. His lips are softly grazing my neck, then across my throat. He kisses my jawline, then he is on my mouth.
I can’t help myself. I can’t resist any longer. I place my hands on his face. Our eyes meet. Our tongues thrash around each other like waves crashing. I bite his lower lip and hear a faint groan. His hands are all over me, like he can’t touch me fast enough. His hands slide my skirt up, and he picks me up. I wrap myself around him. My body pulses. I want to take his clothes off so I can feel his warm skin against mine. My phone rings, and he stops and looks into my eyes. I grab his face and kiss him hard. His hands wander, and I let out a small whimper. He smiles.
“You like that?” He grins and I nod, wanting him to do so much more. He starts kissing me again, and it only intensifies. I can’t get enough of him. My phone rings again. What the hell? Just leave a message. He stops, and gently puts me down, pulling my skirt back down. He places his thumb on my chin and kisses me, then playfully nips my bottom lip.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leans against me once more, pushing his body into me. He rubs my sides and kisses my forehead. My phone rings again, as he walks away.
“What?” I yell into the phone, trying to catch my breath. I’m angry. What if my phone never rang? What would he have
I take the stairs up to Mrs. Grace’s floor. I’m anxious and need to burn some energy to settle this feeling. Once I get up to the seventh floor, I pause and take a deep breath, partly to catch my breath and partly to pull it together. I head to the nurses’ station, where I grab her chart and start to write notes.
“Sara, I’ll be back tomorrow at eleven. Can you make sure Dr. Mitchell has signed off on Mrs. Grace’s chart by then?”
“Yes, of course, Hannah.” She smirks at me while she continues typing. I head back to Mrs. Grace’s room. Grant and Shane are laughing at something John has just said, but they all look up as I enter the room.
“I was just wondering what is the game plan for tomorrow?” They all look excited. Grant stands up and pulls out his Blackberry.
“I have the plane on standby from eleven on. I was hoping to be at the airport by noon. It’s a short flight, so we should be back at the Cape by one fifteen.” He looks at me with the look he gave me earlier.
Please don’t look at me like that
, I think. I don’t think I could push him away from me again.
“I will be back here at eleven tomorrow. I already spoke with Dr. Mitchell and the staff, and they have assured me she will be ready to be discharged by then.” I look over at Mrs. Grace, who looks delighted at the news.
“Good night.” I make eye contact with all of them and realize that Aiden isn’t in the room. Grant walks over to me.
“Good night, Hannah,” Grant whispers in my ear as he touches my arm. His breath on my ear makes me warm in all the right places. I walk out of the room before anyone sees my reaction to Grant’s touch.
I become lost in thought again as I head out of the hospital. I stop when I get outside. The sun feels good again, slowly melting my skin. I feel hands on my lower back, pushing me forward into a walk.
“So I hear you’re coming with us tomorrow.” With us? Why did I say yes? I didn’t think Aiden was coming too, but then again, why wouldn’t he?
“I wasn’t aware you would be joining us,” I say, still enjoying his hands on me. He laughs.
“Well, we are going home.” Home? Oh, that’s right, Mrs. Grace lives in Massachusetts. They must all live up there.
I’m so stupid
, I think for the millionth time today. While I navigate my way through the parking lot, neither one of us speaks. I click the Unlock button andturn to him once I’ve reached my bumper. He looks around and takes my hand, leading me to the side of my truck. His body moves against me, pinning me against my truck. He bends his head to my neck, and I lean to the side, giving him permission. His lips are softly grazing my neck, then across my throat. He kisses my jawline, then he is on my mouth.
I can’t help myself. I can’t resist any longer. I place my hands on his face. Our eyes meet. Our tongues thrash around each other like waves crashing. I bite his lower lip and hear a faint groan. His hands are all over me, like he can’t touch me fast enough. His hands slide my skirt up, and he picks me up. I wrap myself around him. My body pulses. I want to take his clothes off so I can feel his warm skin against mine. My phone rings, and he stops and looks into my eyes. I grab his face and kiss him hard. His hands wander, and I let out a small whimper. He smiles.
“You like that?” He grins and I nod, wanting him to do so much more. He starts kissing me again, and it only intensifies. I can’t get enough of him. My phone rings again. What the hell? Just leave a message. He stops, and gently puts me down, pulling my skirt back down. He places his thumb on my chin and kisses me, then playfully nips my bottom lip.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leans against me once more, pushing his body into me. He rubs my sides and kisses my forehead. My phone rings again, as he walks away.
“What?” I yell into the phone, trying to catch my breath. I’m angry. What if my phone never rang? What would he have
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