A man that loves honey mustard as much as I do! Damn, he's perfect.
"Hands down, the best condiment ever." I open my bag of chips and crunch on a few.
"I'm going to walk in on you two fucking one day and there's going to be honey mustard packets all over Elle's bedroom," Amy declares as she stands up to put her leftover spaghetti in the microwave.
Trent laughs loudly before leaning over and wiping a little bit of honey mustard off the corner of my mouth with his index finger, and then he slides that finger into his mouth to suck the deliciousness off. He wags his eyebrows at me as I shake my head and laugh a little. I'm finding myself really jealous of the index finger that just came in contact with his tongue.
Lucky finger.
Trent, Amy, and I talk a little more about his recent OR case. He just finished a six-hour surgery with a man who had been in a terrible accident with a tractor. The surgery sounds like it was brutal and completely exhausting. I don't think I could ever be a nurse in the operating room. Six freaking hours of standing in one place? No thank you.
I feel a vibration against my thigh and realize it's Trent's Blackberry. He sighs loudly as he glances at the screen with annoyance.
"Well, I guess my break is over. Amy, thanks for the laughs," he says as he stands up and puts his Blackberry into the back pocket of his scrub pants. I glance at his tight, toned ass and find myself wishing I was those scrub pants.
Lucky pants.
Trent leans down and whispers into my ear, “Thanks for sharing, Ellie girl. I'll see you tomorrow night." He kisses the corner of my mouth.
"I can't wait. Text me later so I know you made it home, okay?" I motion with my index finger for him to lean in closer and then I softly kiss his cheek when he does.
He smiles happily. "All right, little spitfire." Then he heads out of the breakroom door, leaving Amy looking at me with curiosity in her eyes.
"What can't you wait for?" she asks as she grabs her plastic Tupperware bowl out of the microwave and sits back down in front of me.
"I have a hot date tomorrow night." I can't even try to hide the excitement in my voice.
"You two are going to bang like rabbits and you're going to tell me every single detail," she adds before taking a large bite of spaghetti.
I grin from the mere thought of Trent giving me a good dicking.
"My vagina is praying that you're right," I say before continuing to eat the rest of my sandwich and potato chips.
"Hey, Ellie Belly?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm so happy for you. Let yourself be happy, okay? You deserve it." Amy squeezes my hand and smiles sweetly at me.
"Thanks, Am." I smile back at her. Somehow, this girl just gets me.
Chapter Fifteen
“Vaginas have feeling too.”
I put the finishing touches on my makeup and run my hands down my silk, black strapless dress. I'm nervous about my first official date with Trent. I mean, it's kind of crazy that I'm this worked up over it; you would think we've never hung out before.
Trent and I have been talking nonstop since that awesome night at Murphy's Pub. Little text messages here and there throughout the day. Late night phone conversations with Trent while I'm lying in bed and he's at the hospital. This guy is pretty amazing. He's thoughtful and sweet, yet he has this take-no-shit attitude about him. That dominant aspect of Trent's personality has me wondering what he's like in bed.
Oh god, I can only imagine.
I find myself reminiscing about that first kiss we shared in the supply room.
Damn, that feels like forever ago.
Trent had me so worked up with just that one kiss that I know getting naked with him will be nothing short of spectacular. It has to be. And the sexual tension that was blatantly obvious at the bar last week… Well that was intense, potent, and nearly palpable.
I take a deep, calming breath in an attempt to slow my heart rate. Just the thought of Trent naked and inside me has my heart beating like a hummingbird's wings. I feel like a god damn virgin on prom night. No man has ever had me this worked up before, and this foreign feeling is slightly overwhelming.
How can I feel so strongly towards someone I've only known for a short time?
How can one man have this intense of an effect on me?
These are the questions that are running through my mind.
Am I in love with Trent Hamilton?
Just thinking the word love in relation to Trent is completely absurd. I've only known him for such a short time, yet he's made a lasting impression on me. I'm just going to ignore the mere idea of being in love with him already. I can't let myself fall for someone this quickly, and I need to keep reminding myself that Trent is temporary. He has no plans to stay in Charlotte. His home is in Seattle. Not here. Not anywhere close to here. I'm just going to keep things light between Trent and me. Just have fun with him and avoid thoughts of getting serious at all costs. I need to forbid myself from picturing an actual future with him.