I was leaning far back, trying not to fall. My hand looked for something to hold on to. I found his shoulder, and then the back of his neck.
He shoved aside a stethoscope and other items that had been in his lap. They clattered to the rug. He scooped up my legs, under my knees, and drew them out. He moved closer to me, lying next to me on the couch.
The leather of the couch made noises as he cuddled next to me.
His lips pressed to mine again, eager.
I welcomed it. I kept my hand on the back of his neck, and instinctively tugged him closer.
Something had changed in kissing him. I didn’t know what it was, but it was so much easier to do this now.
Until I realized that they all knew about this. If they walked in, I’d stop, of course.
No longer was it because I feared discovery.
Sean’s hand moved to my hip, holding it while he kissed me. The kiss deepened, with his tongue reaching mine. He teased and then he backed up a bit, kissing my mouth once more and picked up his head, laughing.
“Sang,” he said and then kissed my lips lightly, and then my nose. “You sly devil girl. I’m supposed to be playing doctor.”
I bit my lip to stop giggling. “Sorry.”
“You’re not sorry,” he said. A wicked spark crossed his eyes and he bent over me again, kissing my mouth. “But neither am I. Playing boyfriend instead is fine by me.”
“It’s not just playing, is it?” I asked softly, and my face burned that I’d said exactly what I was thinking.
He chuckled and kissed my nose. “No. But I guess I never asked you properly, either.” He adjusted me until I had my back to the arm of the couch. He sat up against the back of the couch, his legs under mine. He curled up next to me, with his feet on the coffee table and an arm around my back. With his free hand, he took up mine and brought it to his lips. He kissed the knuckles, and the tip of each finger. “Sang,” he said between kisses, “you are the most adorable girl.”
I had to bite my lip hard to stop from giggling, but a few still escaped.
He kissed another knuckle. “The moment I saw you, you were so beautiful. And then I got to know you and you were just as beautiful on the inside.”
I stopped giggling, holding my breath and feeling my body warm from the inside until it radiated through me. “Sean...”
He leaned in, kissing my lips once. “Hang on, let me ask.”
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from saying anything else. He touched his nose to mine. He was so close, I closed my eyes instead of looking at him but couldn’t help but open them again just as he spoke.
“Sang,” he said quietly, his eyes half-open, gazing at my face. He brought my hand over his chest, warming my fingers. “You’re kind. You’re fun. Whenever you’re around, I never want to do anything else but be with you. Until I can convince you to marry me, will you at least be my girlfriend?”
I choked out a reply. “Yes...” I said, although my brain had hung up on the marrying him part. Was he still being silly?
His smile warmed and he started to giggle and then forced a cough. He backed up, covering his mouth. “Oh, that was slick. Don’t remember that part in the future.”
I smashed my lips together to keep from laughing.
He backed off a little, checked his phone. He made a face. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a doctor...” He sighed and then looked at me. “When this internship is over, I want to take my girlfriend on a proper vacation. I need a few days off.”
The words he chose warmed me on the inside. I was his girlfriend now. I had been similarly asked by a few of the others, although not all of them. “We had a week off,” I said. “At camp. Didn’t you have fun?”
“I played doctor the whole time. And not in the fun Sang way.” He brushed a finger across my cheek and kissed my nose. “Next day off I get, let’s go out?”
“If I can.”
He smiled. “I get to see you tonight at dinner, too. Maybe after that, she’ll let me take you on a proper date.”
I didn’t want to like Carol. She made things so much more complicated, but I guess compared to my stepmother and how she’d seemed okay with me being interested in him...
He sighed. “But for now, I need to still play doctor. Before you starve to death right here.” He leaned hard over me, dropping his legs and reaching for the coffee table to bring over what he needed to draw blood.
He tied off part of my arm. He brushed his fingertips over my forearm, finding a vein in my wrist, as mine were too faint at the elbow for him to find a vein there. He dampened the spot with an alcohol swab. I’d been poked and prodded at the hospital, so this was now a little familiar.
It still seemed different when I was mostly in his lap, and he was being so delicate.
When he was ready to prick me with a needle, I tensed. He massaged my arm. “Look at my face, Pookie,” he said.
I giggled a little, focusing on him.
He kept his face up, but his eyes were on my wrist.
The cold needle slid into my skin, but not looking at it made it seem as if there was very little pain at all. I relaxed.
My arm warmed as blood drained into vials. He had to use both hands and even asked me to hold things as he did what he needed to.
Once everything was finished and my wrist was bandaged, he kissed the spot gently, and then the palm of my hand. He pressed my palm to his face. “I guess I’m a vampire boyfriend now. I took blood.”
I couldn’t help but giggle now. I used my other hand to smother it.
He laughed and picked his head up, leaning over and tugging my hand away so he could kiss me again. He pressed his forehead to mine. “I have to take it with me and get to the hospital. Can I text you today? Or call?”
I nodded. “When you have time.”
“Don’t answer me if you’re busy,” he said. “But one of my favorite things to do is talk to my girlfriend, Sang.” His face broke into a wide smile. “Oh, we can get matching phone cases, now. Or...” He backed up and raised his eyebrows playfully, pulling out his purple-encased iPhone. “Oh, wait, do me a favor.”
I giggled as he pushed buttons on his phone. “What do you want me to do?” I asked after a minute.
He pressed a few more buttons and then put his phone toward my face. The iPhone’s screen featured a recording app. He hovered a finger over the record button. “Say my name.”
“Dr. Green?” I said, trying to understand what he meant.
He pushed the button again, and made adjustments. “Say my first name this time.” He held the phone toward me again.
He was recording my voice? I didn’t understand why. “Dr. Sean?” I said, although it ended in a giggle.
He shut off the recording. “You’re such a goof,” he said. “I meant just my first name.”
“I like Dr. Sean,” I said. It did have a nice feel to it. I’d thought of him as Dr. Green for so long, but Dr. Sean felt way more endearing. He’d often said he loved being a doctor. I thought he enjoyed hearing the use of it with his name.
The garage door opened again. Nathan and North’s voices traveled to us.