Page 3 of Even In Our Dreams

“You were good friends with Tommy.”

“Right right, you two dated back then.”

“Yeah…” she huffs out once again, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “Now you two are even though. Got to the same base,” she jokes and then her smile slips. “Maybe that’s a little too soon. A bit awkward,” she adds and then clears her throat, the smile slipping and a more serious expression replacing it.

With both hands landing on her knees, she asks, “So my blood work?”

“All normal,” I answer and flip the page to double check that I didn’t just pull that out of my ass.

All the memories of her across the cafeteria, all the moments our eyes locked and all the tension lays back in my mind as I focus on the checkboxes that run down the clipboard.

“Did you have any concerns?” I question her without looking up, hell bent on doing my job rather than falling trap to nostalgia. She’s probably married by now or at least has a boyfriend and she doesn’t need her doctor taking advantage of her.

She’s quiet a long time and I peek up at her, the paper rustling as I let it fall.

“No, no,” she answers quickly and then shrugs. “Just a checkup.” She licks her bottom lip before tucking it under, her teeth sinking into it.

My cock reminds me that I’m not just a doctor, but also a red-blooded man who has had a crush on Bree for as long as I can remember.

The clipboard clacks as I set it down on the counter. “Everything looks good, no need to adjust your diet, keep taking those vitamins and all should be just fine,” I offer her and then wonder what the hell I just said and praying it sounded professional because all I can focus on is the fact that my erection is only getting harder with every passing second of her hazel eyes on me.

“When you and Tommy broke up… you said you hated athletes, right?”

“Yeah,” she says and then lets her head fall back with a laugh. “Swore them off… even you.” I nearly quit lacrosse when I heard she said that. Would have lost my full ride to college.

To say I was head over heels for her is an understatement.

I let a beat pass, my heart pounding as I wonder if I should say it, but glance down at her left hand and think, fuck it, there’s no time like the present and she’s not wearing a ring. “You’ve never dated a doctor though, right?”

She laughs a short feminine laugh that brings a warmth over every inch of me. This woman has always had some kind of hold on me. If only she knew it.

“Oh my God,” she breaks up the tension. “Sorry, I just… I did get the blood work done for a reason. I’ve been having really bad allergies for a while and the medicine is making me really drowsy all day and-”

“Gotcha,” I straighten my back as I turn towards the clipboard and see what she’s prescribed. “We can get you an alternative easy enough.” I peer up at her and there’s that look again, a longing question in her eyes that I try to ignore. “We can try some things out and see what works,” I offer and swallow, my throat suddenly dry.

“Yeah, I’ve been having some weird dreams with it too.”

I could dream of her for days.

“I’ll get you a script and leave it at the front desk for you,” I offer, letting the clipboard drop to right where it needs to be as I stand. “Anything else, Bree?”

Her lips lift into a gorgeous smile. “You called me Bree,” she murmurs.

“Sorry Ms.--”

“Don’t you dare,” she jokes as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “I just really like hearing you say it… is all.”

“Well if it’s all the same to you, you can call me Bennet… no need for Doctor.”

I second guess the statement the second it’s out my mouth. I haven’t dated in years and I’m rusty as all hell. With a nervous smile and short nod, silence settles between us and I think I’ve ruined it.

“Any other concerns before I leave you to it?”

“Just that I’ll be single forever,” she jokes and then her gaze glances between me and the floor.

Single… If I’m not mistaken, she’s hitting on me.

“Are you dating someone?” she dares to ask and that’s when all the blood in my head rushes to my dick.

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