How It Happened
Chapter 2
As he thought back to the days and weeks that followed it had been a regular occurrence. Even after there room mates had found out.
See that weekend everyone had gone home so they were alone for almost forty eight uninterrupted hours.
When they housemates came back they had to cool down a bit. They couldn't be all over each other in front of the TV or around the house.
For the first month they kept to themselves and engaged in quiet sex and early morning/late night showers.
The one day she had walked though the lounge as he was finishing a conversation.
He had stretched and she had been impulsive and grabbed his hand tugging him with her closing her door with a bang.
Everyone had stared after them until moans had drifted down and then the TV volume inched up to max.
"Wonder when that happed," said someone.
"Probably when we were all home that weekend. They've been acting weird for the past month," said another.
Upstairs.
"They'll be wondering what's going on," groaned Max.
"Let them," she answered, though a moan of her own. "Besides at the moment it's fairly obvious."
Max thoughts drifted to the present as he was directed to take her up to x-ray.
"Well well well Hannah Tate," he said.
"Max Walker," she answered.
"That bloke your boyfriend?" he asked.
"Your straight to the point," she answered. "Yes, no it's a date not going to happen again."
"Any reason why?" he asked.
"I can't see it going anywhere," answered Hannah.
Max nodded and dropped her off at x ray.
Twenty minutes later they were back in the elevator.
"What about you?" she asked.
"Single as usual," he answered.
"You weren't single when I knew you," she answered.
"That's because I was sleeping with you," he answered.
"What time do you get off?" asked Hannah.
"Around seven heading to the pub," he answered.
"Want to catch up?" asked Hannah.
"Sure," answered Max.
"Um Hannah," said Robyn, as Hannah was moved back onto the bed.
"Jeff left," guessed Hannah.
"Yeah his um wife called," answered Robyn.
"I always choose the douches," said Hannah.
"I'm sure that's not true," said Robyn.
"No," said Hannah, glancing at Max. "There was this one guy in uni. Never quiet got over him." "It was just sex but he was a gentleman. She glanced back to Max. "Guess you could say I fell hard."
"She feels the same," thought Max. "I have to go." He stuttered, walking off.
"She feels the same, she feels the same," muttered Max in his cubby. "She feels the same." "But do I have the go guts to go after her."
The day went by, Hannah got discharged with a sprained wrist and a few scrapes.
She wondered if Max would be going to the pub. She saw him as she left the hospital, he was heading back inside. They caught eyes, he nodded to the pub across the road and she nodded.
Hannah headed there straight away and waited for Max.
Max headed over to the pub with a group of colleagues. He stopped in the doorway and scanned the room, his eyes searching for Hannah.
"Max!" called Robyn.
Then he spotted her and made his way though the other patrons to reach her.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," she whispered, getting up.
"So," he said.
"Do you want to get out of here?" she asked.
"Not quite," he answered. "But I am going to kiss you," he said, before leaning bringing his lips down on hers.
"Didn't take long for Max tonight," said Louise.
"That's our patient from today," said Robyn.
"Mmm Hannah I'm gunna go get a drink. You want anything?" asked Max, pulling away from her.
"Diet coke please," she answered, sitting down.
"Oh I love you, you know," he whispered, before going to the bar.
"Max whose your friend," asked Noel, as Max headed to the bar.
"Hannah I went to uni wit her. Lived with her," answered Max.
"You're the guy," said Robyn.
Max nodded and headed back to Hannah as Robyn told the story – well what she knew.
Not more than an hour later Hannah and Max headed out.
Despite it sounding corny they never were apart again – apart from work and that. Within six months they were living together. Six months later they were engaged.
The End
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Gabriella Somerfield