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“Yeah, she needs help, alright. But that’s not why I’m out here.” I take her gently by the arm and lead her away from my mom’s super-nosey-old-lady hearing abilities. For all I know she can hear the Queen of England scratch her butt from the comfort of her living room.
Billie looks down at my hand, and I let go of her.
Suddenly my mouth’s dry. I never get nervous around girls, but there’s something different about Billie. It’s not just a physical attraction, but an emotional one, too.
I'm not used to this.
I can’t help but see her holding my children. Or wearing a wedding dress and lifting up her vale and letting me slide a ring on her finger.
“Is everything okay?” she says again.
“Yeah,” I say. “I mean, no… I mean… I don’t know what I mean!”
A little giggle escapes her lips. Suddenly the whole world is sunnier and brighter and happier. It’s like I’m high. Only better. Much better.
I decide to get straight to the point.
“I wanna take you out on a date, Billie.”
Her smile vanished from her face. Maybe I was reading things wrong.
I could have sworn there was a connection between us. That it wasn’t all in my head.
“I dunno,” she says. “I’m working kind of crazy hours this week. It could be difficult.”
I take her hand and put it over my chest. I want her to feel my heartbeat as I tell her how I feel.
“Tell me I’m crazy, Nurse Billie. Tell me you didn’t feel it the moment I saw you. There’s a connection between us. You can’t deny it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. All night, I was tossing and turning in bed. A stupid grin spread across my face, knowing that I might see you this morning. I know I'm big and I'm rough and I'm probably too old for you. But none of that matters."
She chews her lip and looks up at me from beneath long, thick eyelashes. “I’m free tomorrow afternoon,” she says. “How about a lunch date?”
I smile and pull her to me. Before I realize what I’m doing, our lips are pressed together. Her breasts squeezed tight against my chest.
She pulls away and looks around to see if anyone noticed. “Don’t,” she whispers. “Not here. You could get me fired.”
“Sorry,” I say, honestly feeling guilty for having kissed her so soon and at her job. I just can’t help myself around this woman. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s alright.” She straightens out her scrubs and checks her watch. Her cheeks are bright pink as she says, “It was very nice, though.”
I have to physically restrain myself from leaping in the air and doing a happy dance. “Hell, yeah, I was,” I growl.
“Tomorrow? At midday?” she says, still not looking me in the eye. “At the diner across the street?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say, taking her hand and kissing the backs of her fingers ever so gently. “It’s a date.”
