Behind Blue Eyes
He leaned closer and closer, until their noses nearly bumped, and all she could do was stare. Yes, Sara was fully convinced that there was some invisible magnet somewhere that she didn't know about, and it was drawing her hazel eyes to Michael Scofield's sapphire ones; and she could not- no matter how hard she tried- pull her gaze from those ever so deep pools of blue…
Dr. Sara Tancredi woke with a start. A slow, rueful smile touched the corners of her mouth as her dream sparked flashbacks of her appointments with Michael from three days before.
"They're still fresh," Michael commented out of the blue, and Sara could only guess that he was referring to the bouquet of flowers she had tossed into the trash without a second thought.
"I
don't like getting attached to things that won't last," she
replied simply, finishing up with his needle. "You're done."
He glanced at her, but didn't say anything more, and slid off the bed. At the door, he stopped, turned to face her, and smiled briefly. "I guess I'll have to stick around, then."
Sara's smile grew, and she mentally scolded herself for acting like a lovesick teenager.
Sara stared at the paper flower for a long moment before gently picking it up and twirling it between her fingers. She smiled, and a warm, tingly feeling spread from her abdomen down to her toes, out to her fingertips, and then up to her head, making it spin.
Leaning back against her pillows, Sara let herself drift off, memories of the past few days sating her with bliss.
"You kept it."
Sara dismissed the flutter in her stomach and shrugged. "I'm a pack-rat; I keep everything."
He smirked. "Yeah, I can tell by all the clutter in here."
She blushed. He had flat-out called her on her lie, and he knew it. "You should see my apartment" she felt the need to defend herself.
"Whoa. We haven't even been on our first date and you're already inviting me to your apartment." Michael's eyes shone with mirth, and she had to bite back a laugh.
Sara woke again and glanced at the clock. I should probably get up soon. She laughed to herself and slowly slid out of bed, immediately missing the warmth provided by her comforters. At least I had good dreams.