This is an INCREDIBLY short chapter update, but I felt that it was a good place to break, and Im going to be putting on the next chapter tonight so Sorry about that. On a second note, I am SO sorry I havent updated lately. I have been incredibly busy (I just graduated high school, im dealing with college crap, and so on. So I apologize for how long it took me to update, but I promise im going to try and be better, bear with me (; )
Cristina palms melted into the steering wheel as she drove with Owen in the passenger seat. Her leg bounced up and down as she finally spoke up timidly "So, uh, how do I get to Crawford from here?"
Owen smirked at a nervous Cristina "Your going to go straight down through Harvard Square, go left onto Chase and then Crawford will be the third street on your right."
"Oh, thanks" Cristina said to herself, turning up the radio and focusing her eyes on the road. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she drove, she could feel Owens eyes fixated on her. "So surgery, huh? Do you know what you want to specialize in yet?"
"Trauma" Owen said smoothly. He eyed Cristina's shaking leg and laughed "You really shouldn't bounce while you drive" He teased.
Cristina noticed her bouncing leg and immediately stopped and blushed "Sorry" She mumbled.
"Don't worry about it" He said cooly.
Cristina pulled into her drive way and hit the breaks harder then she expected. Owen fell forward a bit.
"Wow, there killer" He smirked
Cristina opened the door and walked to the front door. As she fumbled around in her purse for her keys, she caught a glimpse of Owen standing behind her.
"What, what are you doing?" She stammered, falling back against the doorway for balance.
"Am I not allowed in?" He said with an arched eyebrow, leaning onto to the doorway with his elbow.
Instead of focusing her intention on finding her keys, she let her lips meet Owens and had her arm wrap around his neck as she dug in her purse. Landing her hands on the key's, she struggled to open the door. When the door finally swung open, Owen picked up Cristina and she wrapped her legs around her waist, slamming the door behind them as he brought her in.
Addison followed Mark in the kitchen and carefully observed him as he put away the groceries. He turned around to find her standing in the doorway, biting her fingernail, staring at him.
"Addison?" He asked seductively as he bent down to grab something from the bag on the ground "What is it?"
Chills shot up and down her spine as mark spoke her name. Before she had time to speak, she found herself walking towards him. When she reached where he was kneeling, she leaned back on the kitchen counter and sighed. She ran her fingers through her hair and just continued watching him. He stood back up from the grocery bag and looked at her, "Your uh, kinda freaking me out Addie, whats up?" He said looking at her.
On pure impulse, Addison wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned into Mark and kissed him lightly. It was a different kind of kiss, most of the kissed between them reeked of alcohol and regret. But Addison meant this kiss with sincerity and tenderness.
"Why aren't we an us?" She asked as she pulled away with her arms still wrapped around his neck.
Mark fought the temptation to kiss Addison further.
"Addie…" he started, but before he could finish he was interrupted by a very audible cough coming from the doorway. The drop in Marks face made Addison fear turning around. She knew who was standing in the doorway behind her but was still petrified to face them. Cautiously she rotated her neck and saw Derek standing in the doorway. She clenched the back of Marks shirt, and he took the hint of her desperation.
"Oh, uh, hey Derek…" Mark stammered as his friend stormed straight towards him
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