Page 67 of Cluelessly Yours

Goddamn.That was…

“Holy shit, Noah. What was that?”

Those are the first words either of us has spoken in I don’t know how long. Five? Ten minutes? All I know is that we’re currently just lying here on thebed, me on my back and Sammy’s body spread out on top of mine. Even my cock is still inside her.

“I don’t know,” I mutter. “But sign me up for more of it.”

She giggles at that. “So…like…Grey’s Anatomywasn’t lying, huh? Doctors really do have sex in the on-call rooms.”

That spurs a laugh to vibrate through my chest. “No. Not exactly.”

“Oh, c’mon, Noah,” she retorts and leans up on her elbows to meet my eyes. “Don’t lie to me. How many times have you had sex in one of these on-call rooms?”

“Honestly?”

She nods.

“Once.”

“So, twice now.”

“No.” I shake my head. “Once, as in once.”

“I was your first sex inside an on-call room?”

I nod again. But I also grin when I note the proud smile on her lips. “You like the idea of that, Sam?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs, and I playfully squeeze her ass.

“Just so you know, so do I,” I tell her and mean every word. “Now, even though I would love to stay here like this with you all damn day, I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to get up and get dressed. I don’t want to make you late for picking up the boys from school.”

She doesn’t say anything, but she does offer a soft smile before leaning down to press a kiss to my lips before she hops off the bed and starts gathering her clothes.

I make quick work of the condom and head into the small bathroom to wash my hands.

But when I step back out, I find Sammy sliding on her jeans, and there’s asmall part of me that feels guilty for letting things move this fast between us. The last thing I want her to think is that this is all about sex for me.

Because it’s not.

This is about so much more than that.

“By the way,” I state as I slip on my boxer briefs. “I got the Yankees tickets for Sunday.”

“Really?” She grins up at me as she does the zipper on her boots. “The boys are going to be so excited.”

They’re not the only ones who are excited. Though, my reasons are probably a lot different from theirs. I could give ashitabout the Yankees.

As I toss my scrubs back on, I waver on whether to broach the sex topic or push my luck and see if I can get her to meet me for a coffee or lunch again later this week. But I know better than to corner someone whose life already tends to make them skittish.

No, aside from making my presence undeniably accessible, I’m going to have to wait it out and let Sammy follow her own map to me.

I just hope she’s good with directions.

Friday, May 20th

The Friday evening Central Park crowd is getting busier by the minute as more New Yorkers head out to enjoy an evening stroll with their dogs after work.

Of course, our dogs don’t notice. When Benji and Dolly are together, they only have eyes for each other.

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