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It would be senseless to lose anyone over such a stupid mistake, especially after working a whole day to operate.
With strict instructions for them to call me if there’s any change in Nick, I turn on my heel and head back to Evelyn in the waiting room.
My heart sinks when I see the empty couch in the waiting room, the blanket tossed to one side.
Instinctively, I go to it, lifting it to my face and struggling to feel her warmth on it any longer, I content myself with the smell of her hair.
It draws a low sound from me, and I’m almost tempted to carry the blanket with me as I turn to go. But I want the real thing.
I’ll find her, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t wander off again from now on.
“Where’s Evelyn Partridge?” I ask the nearest nurse at his station, reminding him she was in waiting room six.
“Oh. She was just here, Doctor, asking for you,” he tells me, making me smile to myself as I feel my brow lifting.
“That so?” I ask him, following his finger as he points which way she went just moments ago. The way I came from myself not so long ago either.
“Thanks,” I tell him, wasting no time in setting out to seek my prize.
I catch up with her just before she reaches the recovery ICU.
She turns to see me long before I feel the need to even call out to her like we already have a built-in radar for each other’s bodies.
In the semi-darkness of the hall, her shoes squeak as she turns and doubles back, straight into my arms.
“I thought I’d lost you,” she shivers, feeling like a tiny fragile bird in my hands as I fight the desire to hold her tighter. Ever closer.
“I’ve got you,” I remind her, telling her that her dad had a turn, but he’s fine now.
“Can I see him?” she asks, but I’d rather she didn’t. Not until he’s conscious.
“Maybe in the morning,” I suggest, holding her out at arm’s length so I can see her better. Gently gripping her shoulders until she looks up at me.
“How are you holding up?” I ask, knowing it’s up to her to tell me just how much of this thing between us she really wants to explore tonight.
I know what I want, but I can’t make Evelyn do anything she doesn’t want to. And I don’t want her to think I’m taking advantage when she’s so vulnerable.
It’s the complete opposite. I want to protect her, to be here for her before anything else.
“I thought you’d gone,” she confesses. Her lower lip starting to tremble as she looks past me, trying to keep her emotions in check and failing.
“That guy said you had to go on-” she starts to try and tell me, but I won’t let her finish.
I can’t stand to see her upset.
“I’m here now,” I remind her, searching for her eyes with mine and squeezing her gently once they meet.
She smiles, and there are some tears, but they’re happy tears for once.
Ones I don’t try and stop myself from wiping from her cheek with my thumbs.
“Let’s get you home, huh?” I suggest, knowing she needs a decent meal and just as much rest as her dad does right now.
My own stomach groans quietly, reminding me I should probably follow my own advice.
I haven’t eaten anything substantial all day either, and I’m relieved when Evelyn agrees with me, telling me she’s starving, tired and a million other things by the looks when she blushes.
Suddenly unable to keep eye contact when I ask her what else is wrong.
“Just tell me I’m not dreaming,” she says, moving a little closer. Testing the waters again and I hook my arms around her waist, pulling her right up against me again, fighting the reflex to kiss her but only because she looks so damned beautiful right now.
So innocent.
I don’t want to press anything on her she doesn’t want. Just knowing we can be this close is enough for me, for now.
I’ll be ready if and when she wants to take things to the next level.
She’s had a big day, and there’s more to come once her dad wakes up. All I want is to show her I’m here for her right now.
Now and always.
“We’re not dreaming anymore,” I tell her.
Telling myself.
For the first time in my whole life, I feel like the hole in my life has always only been not having Evelyn to fill it.
Like not having her pressed up against me like this is what made me feel so empty.
“Let’s get outta here, I’ll get you home. Maybe we can order in something to eat?” I suggest. Not wanting to offer to take her home to my house, but leaving it up to her.
“I’d love that,” she squeaks under me. Making my manhood shift all over again, making her mew a little as she presses her softness into my natural hardness once again until we shift apart long enough to make it to the elevators.
