Chapter 7
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I woke up tired. I rolled over, rubbed my eyes, and sat up. The room was empty, and it was pitch black. I held my hands out in front of me, found my way to the door and followed several confusing hallways to the kitchen. Maddie was sitting on the couch in sweats, eating a bowl of cereal. The clock read 9PM.
"You have quite the schedule," I commented, sitting down next to her. She was watching some medical reality TV show.
She looked up, pushed up her glasses, and turned her attention back to the screen. Ok, so conversation was a no. I sighed and leaned back into the couch. It was then that I noticed that I had fallen asleep with all my clothes on, and my jeans were digging painfully into my hips. I so desired to unbutton them, but that wouldn't be appropriate.
I shifted in my seat, trying desperately to release my balls from my boxers, which had ridden up so far that if I was a woman, I could probably tuck my breasts in them. She looked over, a grin on her face.
"Uncomfortable?" she laughed. "You move around a lot when you sleep."
Who knew?
"Why do you act so different?" I blurted out. I don't know if it was the tightness in my crotch, or just a general desire to know why she liked me sometimes. I was tired of wondering.
"Huh?"
"When you're here, by yourself, you're the most amazing person I know. But when the lab coat goes on you're a completely different person."
She scooped the last bit of her lucky charms into her mouth, and then set the bowl down. She turned to me, her legs still crossed. "I take my job very seriously. Since I'm so young, I am the first one to get fired if something goes wrong. I got to college, participate in track and drumline, and still work full time as a doctor. I have to be serious when I work, or I could lose concentration, and damn, I could kill someone."
Well that made sense.
I sat back into her leather couch, running a hand through my hair. I slept the entire day and I was still tired. I hade a ton of calculus homework due tomorrow that I hadn't even started and I was starving.
"You okay?" she asked. She was still turned toward me.
"Yeah," I stood up, trying one final time to untangle my junk from the ruthless clothing. "I should go."
She stood up, stretching. She was smiling at me as she cracked her back. It wasn't weird or awkward; it was just perfect. I headed to the door, my heart beating just a little bit faster. She followed me. I let myself out, and she leaned on the frame.
We just stared for a few second. She was still smiling. Finally, she straightened herself up and walked over to me. Her thin arms wrapped themselves around my waist, pulling herself close to me. Her face just rested on my chest, and it felt so right, if that wasn't cheesy enough. She stood on her tip-toes to give me a soft, tantalizing, kiss and then turned to leave.
"Hey, wait!" I called, and grabbed her arm before she could slip inside the door. I had my hands on her cheeks, kissing her with all the force I could without hurting her. She backed against the wall, her hands splayed on it to keep her balance. After a few minutes she stopped, gasping for air, before retuning to me. Part of me wanted to march right back into her house and do it right there, but I had to stop myself.
With all the seriousness I could muster, I said, "We are going out tomorrow night. 6PM, I am picking you up and we are going on an official date."
Her eyebrows rose in approval, before she cracked a grin. "Well alright, Mr. High and Mighty."
I gave her one last kiss before I turned for the elevator. I stepped in, and just before the big doors closed, I heard her voice.
"Hot damn!" she said to herself, and I heard her door close.
Tomorrow was going to be a good night.