Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Thanks to Jax713 for pre-reading and to mcc101180 for beta-ing.
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When Bella comes to lab Thursday afternoon, I avoid her as much as possible. I don't want to be a dick to her anymore, but I am beyond aggravated —I'm fucking pissed off. This James thing is making me insane, turning me into a crazy person. I try my best to keep my mouth shut so I don't say something to Bella I know I will regret. So I only give her instructions and respond to her questions with succinct answers. However, toward the end of the day, we get her sequencing results back, and I can't manage to ignore her anymore.
She grabs a chair and scoots next to me at my desk. I fire up the sequencing software as she opens up her notebook. My fingers are twitching on top of the mouse.
She's so close. She's too close.
The software is taking forever, and I run a hand through my hair nervously, trying hard not to turn and look at her.
She's tapping her pen on her notebook.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
"Please, stop that," I groan in frustration, running a hand down my face.
She stops at once with a sigh. I am tempted to glance at her. I really don't want to be such an ass to her, but not being able to ignore her has me on edge. It seems like everything she does causes conflicting reactions within me. I am both extremely annoyed and immensely attracted to her at the same time.
How in hell is that possible?
Finally, the software loads, and when I open her file, Bella gasps.
Sample 1. Ran well. Sample 2. Ran well... ran well, ran well, ran well...
All fifty samples ran well.
Well, that's… impressive. I can't remember a time when all of my sequencing reactions ran well —there's always at least one or two that fail. It appears Bella has got some very skilled hands.
I turn to face her, the corner of my mouth threatening to turn up. She glances at me with raised eyebrows and eyes that are bursting out with joy and pride. Before I know it, she squeaks, her arms are around my neck, her hair is in my nose, and her tits are pressed on my chest. I can feel her warmth reaching through me, my face tilts instinctively into her neck, and it's all too much.
I shoot up from the chair, and her arms drop on her thighs.
"Sorry," she says and then giggles. She's profoundly blushing. "I'm just so happy! They all worked!"
I'm still in shock, my whole body tingling from having had her so close. The pull I feel toward her has multiplied exponentially to almost unbearable levels.
I struggle to calm down, taking deep breaths, while she stares at me quizzically.
"That's good," I say, trying to keep my voice even. I pull at my hair at the nape of my neck, just to give my hands something to do. "Good job."
The smile she gives me next is broad and sincere, and it breaks me in two.
I want her. I need her to hug me again. I crave to kiss her.
God, I need help.
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