„Now's the time to tell you, make love to me…"
Silently I sing the song to myself, while I look through the samples on the desk before me. I don't know the title nor the artist, but the song has been stuck in my head ever since I heard it on the radio this morning on my way to work. And now I already find myself singing it all day.
Shaking my head, I sigh and try to focus on my work, but the obnoxious tune just doesn't seem to even consider leaving my head anytime soon. The fact that my head associates the title with a picture of Nick (on my bed, naked, if you mind) doesn't help either.
"Now's the time to tell you, hey baby, make love to me!"
What a stupid song. Why not a rock song? Or at least something less cheesy? Why, in god's name, something that sounds suspiciously like something straight out of Nick's Texan jukebox! And my trail of thoughts leads straight back to Nick. I sigh once more. As if my thoughts ever revolved around something else.
Catching myself drumming the melody with my fingers, I decide to choose my radio channels more carefully, just as I hear someone knocking behind me. I turn around, to find Nick standing in the doorframe, watching me, smirking. I feel my cheeks redden, mentally cursing myself for immediately thinking 'Make love to me!', and wonder just how long he's been standing there.
"Oh hey, Nick, what's up?" I finally manage to speak. Casually I lean against my table, or at least I try to look casual. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I think, I don't look as dorky as I feel right now.
"Just wondering whether you got my results yet" Nick replies, crossing his arms and stepping into the lab. Of course I got his results. Like always. No matter what, Nick's always right on top of my priority list.
"Sure, just a sec…" I turn around and start rummaging through the files on the desk. I feel my face heat even more as Nick steps closer, hovering behind me the way he always does, the way that gives me that funny feeling in my stomach, like I've just been thrown right back into puberty. I can basically feel his breath on my neck, but I'm probably just imagining things. Wishful thinking. Raging hormones. Or something like that.
Either way, I finally find the right file and turn to give it to Nick, who just takes it and smiles that smile that makes my knees weak. I find myself searching support on the table once more. "Thanks, G." Nick says, before he turns around to leave.
I nearly sigh in relief as my chances to embarrass myself and look like a teenager with a crush on the team's quarterback will lower immensely as soon as Nick's gone, but he stops in the doorframe to grin at me over his shoulder. "By the way, was that an invitation?"
Rising an eyebrow, I look at him, puzzled. "What do you-?" It takes a moment before it dawns on me. Nick can tell I've got it by the way I blush all of sudden, and his grin broadens. "If yes, I'll gladly take it." With that, he's off, leaving me blushing and stunned behind.
Damn, I'll have to buy that song as soon as possible.