Only Two Of Us

by Cassandra Russell

  "You look stunning today, you know that?" He sighed.

  I could not mutter anything. His legs wobbled, I could barely breathe.

  "I did everything to avoid, but I did not. I can not take it anymore ... "she whispered again.

  He shook his head, as if denying himself something, and closed his eyes. Then,

  took a deep breath and when I opened them, I could see what he wanted: he placed a hand on my face and

  was leaning in the intention of kissing me!

  I could not let that happen right there. So I managed to break free, panting

  A crazy.

  "I'm sorry, I need to go to the restroom," I murmured in a daze and ran to the bathroom, shaking.

  head to toe.

  Dr. Richard froze in the middle of the lane, completely without action.

  Despite my state of utter ravings and the effect of the drink, reason began to return.

  What was he thinking? How could he do such a thing in front of his girlfriend? If she

  had already become accustomed to this licentious attitude on his part or accepted to have an open relationship, only

  could regret it. I was not a person of this type, I was never cut out to be the other and never

  would play such a role.

  Of course she could not deny that she was still fascinated by him. No, I had to admit, the right word

  she was in love.

  Lost in love.

  Presently, listening to those warm words did not reduce me to dust. But it could not be that way.

  Not so, hurting other people. If Ava did not exist in his life, I would not hesitate for one

  second. What she felt had grown stronger than I had. But my principles still spoke louder,

  I had been angry with myself for being so, so moralistic ...

  But what if I was born that way?

  I tried to compose myself and went to the bathroom door to look through the gap. He was still in the

  same place, standing still, looking impatient. Only now could I realize that it was more beautiful than

  never, wearing a black blazer over a navy blue shirt glued to the body. He looked like a Greek god in the

  track...

  I waited for the moment when he turned to look in the direction of his mate and

  Dr. Luciano was no longer on the table, to rescue my

  wallet and down the stairs to the exit. He would escape from that environment as fast as he could and

  the first taxi he saw on the street, leaving to think later about the excuses he would give.

  However, the unexpected happened: my jump broke during the rush, causing me to

  unbalanced on one of the steps and fell downstairs. I rolled a couple of times until I got to the ground.

  and hit my head on the footer. Only what I could feel was my blood spurting from my forehead and after that

  everything went black.

  Chapter 15

  When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a comfortable bed somewhere I did not know. Still

  I was half groggy, perhaps because I had drunk more than I had proposed and because the light

  little. The forehead ached and I put my hand on it, feeling the bandage on it. I also noticed that my clothes

  I had been exchanged for much wider ones, and my hair had been loosened and spread on the pillow.

  How strange ... Where am I? I asked myself, confused.

  The confusion got even bigger when I turned my face and discovered who was by my side.

  - Are you feeling better? Asked Dr. Richard, stroking my hair with his eyes.

  worried.

  I closed my eyes again and turned my head, muttering to myself:

  - Oh no! You in my dream again, no! So, no psychologist is going to work, I'm going to

  looking for a psychiatrist!

  There was a brief silence. When I forced the opening of my long lashes again, I noticed that he

  it was still there.

  "Have you been dreaming about me?" His voice, surprised, sounded too clear, as well as that feeling of

  cold hand removing a lock of hair from my chin.

  I stretched my arm, afraid, until I pressed my fingers to his face, and as I felt it palpably, I

  scare So, I'm not dreaming? I covered my face with my hands in despair.

  Putz! I do not believe what I did! I just surrendered!

  - Where am I? I asked, terrified, as soon as I dared to discover my eyes.

  - In my house. More precisely, in my room, "he replied with a slight expression.

  fun It was the first time I saw a smile on that face.

  "And why am I here, Doctor?" My glare shot him angrily.

  "When I was born, my mother gave me Richard's name, not my doctor's," he quipped.

  "So ... Why am I here, Richard?" I asked.

  "Hmmm ... now it's better," she approved. "It's here because I did not know where to take it."

  "Have you ever heard of a place called a hospital?" The sarcasm was obvious.

  "Never," she teased. - I realized that there was nothing broken and, in addition, the

  people would think that I would be the cause of this damage.

  "And it was," I said between my teeth, feeling the cheekbones flush.

  He smiled and moved closer.

  "You have not answered my question yet. Are you feeling better?

  - I think so. It only hurts a little on the forehead and also on the left knee. I wriggled my lips.

  in an expression of discomfort.

  "Yeah, I figured. That's why I applied a painkiller.

  "Did you do my dressing, too?" I narrowed my eyes in cold disdain.

  "I do not understand the reason for the astonishment," he said, coming even closer.

  "I thought you were disgusted with my blood."

  - Disgusted? Of blood? He shook his head, surprised, as if he did not believe what he was hearing.

  Like an instant click, the brain went back to work and I remembered something very important.

  - Where's my clothes? By the way, what are these clothes? Did you change me? - My

  despair increased.

  "Your clothes are soaked with blood." I had to remove it so I could breathe properly.

  I put a shirt of my own on you.

  - Not you...? I suggested, starting to get out of bed.

  "Of course not!" I do not usually attack unconscious women. Besides, I'm a doctor, remember?

  He said, looking offended, though he could not conceal a masked smile.

  I did not know if I should trust that smile much, so I stood and he took a step in my

  direction. Her violet-blue eyes were fixed on my lips. I took other steps back and realized,

  stunned, that she had nowhere else to go. She had already leaned against the wall. It was coming quickly,

  breathing hard, practically pushing me against her. He laid his face on mine and went

  sliding, in a sensual gesture, until it reached the back of my neck.

  "It was not a lie when I said I could not take it anymore. There was a pause. I felt that he

  inspired my skin. "I'm going to go crazy if I do not try," he whispered hoarsely, his voice more like

  feel a pain.

  Immediately, he began to drag his cold lip onto my neck. A shiver ran through me.

  skin, thrashing something in the stomach and making my eyes turn. I began to gasp,

  completely losing control. His mouth slowly rose toward mine and he did not want to stop. Was

  a dominating, ardent, invasive kiss. I tried for a fraction of a second to resist, but I ended up

  giving back I could not take it any more. It would be too much to think about others at the time. Do not

  I felt more mistress of my body, much less of my mind. All I did was let myself be carried away by this

  floating sensation. It was practically unloading in his mouth all the anguish of repressed desire.

  Finally, I took courage and
grabbed his thick hair, bringing him even closer to my

  meeting.

  His kiss gave me a sense of grief. It was strangely liberating, as if

  was breaking some barrier and conquering freedom. She had never been kissed

  form. I even had the feeling he wanted to pull something out of me. I could not

  breathe, such is your lust. I tried to push it without making too much force to get some air, but

  the more I pushed him, the more he brought my face back to him, sliding his hands now

  hot, on my back, over the borrowed shirt. I even heard a "no"

  mouth between my lips, that he stubbornly denied any attempt to leave, more seeming to fear

  that I would flee again from his arms.

  I started to get dizzy and my head fell back. He accepted the small withdrawal, noting

  attentively the way I reacted. He lowered one hand to the crook of my knees and lifted them,

  accommodating me on my lap. I took the loophole to catch the air, before I fainted, but that was for

  very little time, because in his arms I was kissed again.

  Richard leaned over and sat me down on the bed very slowly, caressing gently the

  my face. He crouched down, looking at me with those burning eyes, strangely darkened.

  That's when I realized the extent of my damnation. If I did not interrupt him soon enough, I knew

  would take me. I did not feel ready to make love to him, knowing I could be abandoned in the

  following day. I could not bear to go through it like it was a trivial thing, a slip.

  I was madly in love ...

  "Wait ..." I said, practically without air. - This is not right.

  "What's not right?" He whispered, running his thumb over my lips.

  "I can not do that to her." It's not right, "I said as I pulled away.

  - Who she? He asked confused, coming closer, his gaze fixed on my mouth.

  "Who else could it be?" Your girlfriend! By the way, how could you expose me that way in the

  in front of her Plus, in front of everyone! I started to change the tone of my voice, thinking again.

  He stood up, made a funny face, and began to laugh. I've never seen him let go like that.

  - Who? Are you talking about Ava? And he kept laughing.

  "I think that's her name, is not it?" At least that's what everyone says, "I grumbled, totally

  stunned by his reaction.

  Richard still laughed as if the joke was very funny and I was already feeling ridiculous,

  though she could not help but be impressed by the perfection and whiteness of her teeth. If

  the other nurses knew how much more beautiful he was when he smiled ...

  "I had heard a comment like that for some time, but I ignored it. I found it quite amusing.

  I just did not know everyone thought that way. He laughed again. "Ava is my sister!"

  What a hole! And I thought ...

  Even so, I could find no resemblance between them, except for the skin

  extremely white and pale. Were they children of different parents?

  I frowned in distrust. He noticed the doubt in my eyes and continued speaking:

  "Ava is not my blood sister." We were ... practically raised together, and as we are alone in the

  world, we usually go to most places with each other, "he explained more calmly,

  even though he had looked at me again in that destabilizing way.

  "What about you?" He spoke again. "Did not you come along too?"

  - Ms? I twisted my nose a little. - It's usually formal or silly with all the girls

  what kiss

  "With ... all the girls I kiss ...?" He seemed to be surprised by the question. "No." I mean, I think

  that I can change. How do you prefer to be called?

  "You or Stephanie is fine." His voice was a little obvious.

  "I've registered, but please do not stray from the question I asked.

  "Dr. Luciano only kept me company so I would not be embarrassed, holding a candle in the

  party.

  "It did not look like he was just following her," he remarked, showing he did not feel

  comfortable with apparel.

  "He's just a friend." There was never anything between us - I made my defense.

  "There was not in your head." Are you blind? Said the purpose pronoun. - Never

  Did you notice how Luciano looks at her? He asked. - I noticed. And before he threw her

  that conqueror's talk, I decided to steal it, "he declared proudly.

  - Yes, he stole it.

  I had to laugh.

  For a moment I remembered the words of my father, when he said that one day a "marmanjo" would go

  rob me

  "Why did you run away like that?" Was it all because of Ava?

  "Also," I admitted softly.

  And out of cowardice, I thought to myself.

  - Wants to know? I did not care about your boyfriend, "he confessed. "By the way, I will not lie.

  Although it is not an attitude that I consider correct, I even had a secret satisfaction to remove it from him.

  I also noticed that there was some distance between the two, so ...

  "He was never my boyfriend," I repeated.

  I smiled remembering the scene. No one should have understood anything. What were they thinking now?

  Did anyone but Richard notice that I had run away like that? Well, I left the party.

  of course they noticed.

  Richard came closer, staring at me intently.

  "I needed to know if you were attracted to me either. So I went to the party, so the

  I forced to dance with me. His expression became serious, deep.

  I am wordless. I could not speak at all. Still, he continued:

  "You know, I have not felt anything for a long time," he said. "Since I've seen you

  first time, I realized I was lost, completely vulnerable. I know I had an initial reaction

  abominable and that I was rude to you, but that was the way I found to keep her away and avoid

  that I lost control. You do not know how it hurt to feel that you were hurt with me, that I made you cry

  He lamented. "I wanted to fight it, I swear. I did everything to forget it and I discovered that it did not

  was beyond my strength. When I found myself, I dreamed about you all day. You

  completely dominated my thoughts and even the reactions of my body ...

  A shiver ran down my spine as he said it. I knew exactly what kind of reaction

  were these. He felt them too, and suffocating.

  "I'm crazy about you, Stephanie," he said in a pained expression. - But I need to be sure.

  that you feel something for me too. Because, to be honest, "staying", as people say today in

  Day will not suffice for me.

  He spoke in a way that sounded odd, like he was very old and had difficulty

  accept modernity. I always noticed an air of formality in his way of choosing words,

  especially while talking to patients. He suspected that perhaps he had been educated by

  country or outside the country.

  The fact is that I could not even believe what I was hearing. Little did he know how much I dreamed about that day, it was

  something so strong it gave the impression that it would explode from within. However, it did not have the strength to

  speak. It seemed that when he was near him the brain was paralyzed.

  I lowered my head in reflex, feeling choked, completely out of breath. Just a sigh

  The bush came out of my mouth.

  Searching for an answer, he gently touched my cheek with the back of my hand and lifted my

  chin then forcing our eyes to meet.

  "That silence of yours tortures me. I am afraid of being mistaken, but on the other hand, I can hear the

  sound of your heart beating. I want to kiss her again, only
this time I will not impose myself. Just me

  Stop it if you do not want me, "he whispered.

  After that, he brushed his lips to mine and started kissing me again, but now he

  a more careful, sweet, gentle way, as if waiting to see if there would be any negative reaction

  on my part And as soon as he noticed that I returned the affection, he smiled, triumphant, and tried to intensify it.

  The urgency of his mouth increased so that in a few seconds I was out of breath again.

  I honestly thought that would be the day I would give myself to a real man. Missing

  very little for us to achieve this, although its progress in this direction was not so great.

  clear as well. The problem is that his cell phone rang and he, even looking like complete disconnection with

  outside world, answered. He was late for duty at another hospital and it looked like someone

  serious condition Delaying was an unprecedented fact. Richard was the cutest guy I'd ever seen in the

  life, so much that I never saw him arrive a minute even after hours.

  When I hung up the phone, I realized that I was madly torn between obligation and desire

  almost uncontrollable to stay. It was I who decided for him then:

  - Go. I know you're worried. I can wait.

  "I'm not sure I can go," he said, visibly breathless.

  "We have plenty of time to be together, I will not run away from you again," I promised. We can

  find later.

  "You do not know how difficult it is to have to leave, right now that I-"

  "And will you keep your conscience calm?" I reminded him that there was a life at stake.

  Suddenly he became pensive, strangely disturbed. He shook his head with his eyes closed,

  as if remembering another matter.

  "You're right," she agreed. "We really need to have a serious conversation first." It is something very

  important part of my life. I can not begin a relationship like this based on an illusion. You

  Too much mess in my mind, there are hours I can not reason right. I was almost

  forgetting what I am

  What illusion was he talking about? And what was he to show such bitterness in his eyes?

  My thoughts were again interrupted by a request from her:

  "Can we book tomorrow night?" Today I'm also scaled up later in the hospital and I do not have

  like exchanging.

  - Of course - I accepted.

  "By the way, I just realized that I do not know where you live yet, only that you live alone. Would you like