Katherine
I DON'T THINK I'LL ever get used to this.
His lips on my lips, his hands on my waist, and...whoa!
The elevator doors are already opening, I'm still trapped between the wall and my husband's powerful figure, and it just happens to be the same moment that Nurse Prasida is giving a tour to an entire class of graduating med school students.
Oops.
Two dozen future doctors are standing in a neat little semicircle, clipboards in hand, lanyards around their necks, and every single one of them is now staring at us with the kind of expression that suggests their education has just taken an unexpected detour.
Nurse Prasida doesn't even blink. She's seen worse. She's seen us worse.
I gasp and try to pull away. I can't even make up my mind whether to apologize or say hello. But Kazeyuki...
He doesn't even hesitate. He only nods at Nurse Prasida like this is totally normal, continues to hold my hand as we walk past all the gaping students, and I can hear one of them whisper to another—
Is that Dr. Collington?
THE Dr. Collington?
With his—
But then we're past them, and the whispers fade behind us, and Kazeyuki's stride doesn't change, and my face is so hot I could probably heat the entire sixth floor, but as soon as we're inside his office—
Oh. My. Goodness.
I can't breathe.
I can't even think.
His mouth is on mine before the door has fully closed, and my back is against it, and his hands are cupping my face the way they did that very first time during Code Orange, and this reminds me of how, on the days leading to our wedding, it was...
Oh. My. Goodness.
This is—
"Stop thinking," my husband orders.
I have no chance to answer with Kazeyuki already deepening the kiss as he lays me down on the couch, and...
Stop...thinking...start...feeling...aaah!
The End