Author's Notes: Enjoy... LOL Believe me. You will.. :-) It's the most random thing I have ever written, but I have had so much fun writing this chapter.. I have no clue what I'm going to do for the next one... But yeah... LOL any suggestions?
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This woman is unbelievable. She makes me feel like I can do anything but she can weigh me down to the deepest part of the ocean. I don't know what else do to. Its been a long, complicated day. Way too many patients all at once, way too much Abby for one year. I'm done. All I want to do is collapse on a soft couch and sleep. I walk through the busy streets of Chicago. Wonderful. Rush hour traffic is the worst. Strangely enough, I'm going to her home. Kat is still in one of her moods, there is no point in going home. We broke up today. I told her that I couldn't deal with all this anymore, and she told me she was done lying to me. It's all okay. We never really had anything anyway. I make my way up her stairs and knock on her door. She opens the door and she leans against the barely opened door.
"You again?"
I give her a small smile and she rolls her eyes.
"I hope you brought a peace offering... Like food."
I shake my head. I knew I should have picked something up, but then again, there's the beauty of delivery. We've done this before, why do I always forget? She sticks her tongue out at me and I quickly push past her and pick her up. Her feet kick the air, helpless. I throw her on the couch and grab her phone.
"What do you want?"
I press number three on the speed dial and wait for the restaurant to answer. I know what she wants, but then again, she can throw me off guard once in a while and order something different.
"Chicken Alfredo and a side salad."
I nod my head and repeat her order to the waiter. I give him my order and look back at Abby. She's lying on the sofa, her sweat pants way too big on her. Her shirt reveals a bare midriff and her breasts are slightly highlighted by the blue material. She gives me a look. I'm probably starring again. I wish I could get her out of my head, but I can't. It's impossible. I've tried way too many times before.
"Anything else?"
I see her start to smile. She sits up and starts to laugh.
"Yeah. A big slice of chocolate cake."
I roll my eyes at her and she plops back down on the sofa. I repeat her subtle request to the waiter and he says it will be about an hour. I hang up and put the phone back on its charger. I look back at Abby as she shuffles back to the kitchen. I take my jacket off and throw it on the sofa. She walks back and hands me a bottle of water. I sit down next to her on the sofa and she clicks on the TV.
"What is it with women and chocolate?"
She rolls her eyes and stretches out her feet along my lap. I wish I knew about the chocolate. I swear, every man can make up with a woman by offering her chocolate.
"Chocolate is better than sex."
I look at her and she's smiling like never before. She looks so beautiful. I don't know what it is, ever since I've come back, she's been different. She smiles more, seems to be full of life. It's a nice change. I love it. I love her. I wish I could block all my feelings for her, but I can't. They power my world every day. I'm as close to her right now as I ever will be. We can be together every day for the rest of our lives, but we'll be friends. I can't deal with that.
"Yeah, well I think sex with me was excluded from those studies."
She starts to laugh and rolls her eyes. She starts to bite on her tongue, but I have no clue what she's thinking.
"No... I think a head of lettuce is better than sex with you."
I take the pillow that's lying next to be and toss it over at her. It hits her chest and she mocks being hurt. She places the pillow behind her head and curls up with it. I run my hand up and down her thigh and I hear her sigh gently.
"I don't get a chance to redeem myself, do I?"
She shakes her head and her energy seems to be gone. We sit in a comfortable silence for a while. Some show on TV catches my attention for a few seconds and we watch that. The doorbell rings and I get up to get the food. Time passes so quickly between us sometimes. I feel like time hates having us together and purposely goes faster to piss me off. I take the food from the man and make my way to the kitchen. I hear her footsteps behind me.
"I"ve been thinking..."
She's standing at most, a centimeter behind me. I can feel her breath on my neck and I soon feel her arms wrap around my stomach. I turn around and meet her gaze in the dim light.
"About?"
My voice comes out as eager as a schoolboy's. She is so close to me, yet untouchable at the same time.
"I think you should redeem yourself... Chocolate has way too many calories."
I feel her sweet lips upon my own and her hands run up and down my chest. I seek entry into her mouth, and I'm met with no resistance. Our food is left on the kitchen table, undisturbed. She leads me to forbidden territory: the bedroom.
"Abby..."
She kisses me tightly on the lips.
"Not yet.. But at least you remember my name."
I place a stream of kisses down her neck. I've been dreaming and fantasizing about this for months, yearning for her touch and her laughter. I just want to hold her and call her mine. But this is all coming so fast; better than I had ever imagined. I break away from her kiss, looking at her glowing face, her deep brown eyes, her hair framing her face.
"Are you sur..."
My words are broken off. She pulls my shirt up over my head and pushes me down onto the bed.
"Do me a favor, just shut up."
I'll oblige to that request.
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This woman is unbelievable. She makes me feel like I can do anything but she can weigh me down to the deepest part of the ocean. I don't know what else do to. Its been a long, complicated day. Way too many patients all at once, way too much Abby for one year. I'm done. All I want to do is collapse on a soft couch and sleep. I walk through the busy streets of Chicago. Wonderful. Rush hour traffic is the worst. Strangely enough, I'm going to her home. Kat is still in one of her moods, there is no point in going home. We broke up today. I told her that I couldn't deal with all this anymore, and she told me she was done lying to me. It's all okay. We never really had anything anyway. I make my way up her stairs and knock on her door. She opens the door and she leans against the barely opened door.
"You again?"
I give her a small smile and she rolls her eyes.
"I hope you brought a peace offering... Like food."
I shake my head. I knew I should have picked something up, but then again, there's the beauty of delivery. We've done this before, why do I always forget? She sticks her tongue out at me and I quickly push past her and pick her up. Her feet kick the air, helpless. I throw her on the couch and grab her phone.
"What do you want?"
I press number three on the speed dial and wait for the restaurant to answer. I know what she wants, but then again, she can throw me off guard once in a while and order something different.
"Chicken Alfredo and a side salad."
I nod my head and repeat her order to the waiter. I give him my order and look back at Abby. She's lying on the sofa, her sweat pants way too big on her. Her shirt reveals a bare midriff and her breasts are slightly highlighted by the blue material. She gives me a look. I'm probably starring again. I wish I could get her out of my head, but I can't. It's impossible. I've tried way too many times before.
"Anything else?"
I see her start to smile. She sits up and starts to laugh.
"Yeah. A big slice of chocolate cake."
I roll my eyes at her and she plops back down on the sofa. I repeat her subtle request to the waiter and he says it will be about an hour. I hang up and put the phone back on its charger. I look back at Abby as she shuffles back to the kitchen. I take my jacket off and throw it on the sofa. She walks back and hands me a bottle of water. I sit down next to her on the sofa and she clicks on the TV.
"What is it with women and chocolate?"
She rolls her eyes and stretches out her feet along my lap. I wish I knew about the chocolate. I swear, every man can make up with a woman by offering her chocolate.
"Chocolate is better than sex."
I look at her and she's smiling like never before. She looks so beautiful. I don't know what it is, ever since I've come back, she's been different. She smiles more, seems to be full of life. It's a nice change. I love it. I love her. I wish I could block all my feelings for her, but I can't. They power my world every day. I'm as close to her right now as I ever will be. We can be together every day for the rest of our lives, but we'll be friends. I can't deal with that.
"Yeah, well I think sex with me was excluded from those studies."
She starts to laugh and rolls her eyes. She starts to bite on her tongue, but I have no clue what she's thinking.
"No... I think a head of lettuce is better than sex with you."
I take the pillow that's lying next to be and toss it over at her. It hits her chest and she mocks being hurt. She places the pillow behind her head and curls up with it. I run my hand up and down her thigh and I hear her sigh gently.
"I don't get a chance to redeem myself, do I?"
She shakes her head and her energy seems to be gone. We sit in a comfortable silence for a while. Some show on TV catches my attention for a few seconds and we watch that. The doorbell rings and I get up to get the food. Time passes so quickly between us sometimes. I feel like time hates having us together and purposely goes faster to piss me off. I take the food from the man and make my way to the kitchen. I hear her footsteps behind me.
"I"ve been thinking..."
She's standing at most, a centimeter behind me. I can feel her breath on my neck and I soon feel her arms wrap around my stomach. I turn around and meet her gaze in the dim light.
"About?"
My voice comes out as eager as a schoolboy's. She is so close to me, yet untouchable at the same time.
"I think you should redeem yourself... Chocolate has way too many calories."
I feel her sweet lips upon my own and her hands run up and down my chest. I seek entry into her mouth, and I'm met with no resistance. Our food is left on the kitchen table, undisturbed. She leads me to forbidden territory: the bedroom.
"Abby..."
She kisses me tightly on the lips.
"Not yet.. But at least you remember my name."
I place a stream of kisses down her neck. I've been dreaming and fantasizing about this for months, yearning for her touch and her laughter. I just want to hold her and call her mine. But this is all coming so fast; better than I had ever imagined. I break away from her kiss, looking at her glowing face, her deep brown eyes, her hair framing her face.
"Are you sur..."
My words are broken off. She pulls my shirt up over my head and pushes me down onto the bed.
"Do me a favor, just shut up."
I'll oblige to that request.