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of years pretending I could get through life
as a loner. But it didn’t matter what I wanted. I was shutting everyone out for
their own good.
    “Did you know
right away when you went back to school that you wanted to become a doctor?” I
asked Michael.
    “No,” he admitted.
He raked his hands through his hair and sighed. “I spent another month screwing
around. My dad was pissed. Said he wasn’t going to keep paying my tuition if I
couldn’t get serious. I can’t explain why, but something clicked. I finished my
undergrad degree in Biology. Went straight into med school. Took as many
classes as they would let me. It’s why I was able to start practicing before I
was thirty.”
    “That’s really
impressive,” I said. I giggled. “You know all the nurses have crushes on you,
right? Nurse Evie told me you bring them donuts sometimes; are you trying to
egg them on? Have every woman following you around like a lost puppy dog?” I
asked teasingly.
    “There’s only one
person at the hospital I want to have a crush on me,” he said in that deep,
sexy voice of his.
    “Nurse Barbara?” I
asked innocently.
    He laughed. “Nice
lady, but no.”
    The wine was
making me feel bolder. “You know I noticed you the first day I saw you,”
I told him.
    Michael looked
pleased. “Oh, really?” he asked.
    “Really.” I
reached across the table and touched his hand.
    Michael leaned
forward and took my hand in his. “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss
you right now? I swear, every man in this place is looking at you. You could
wear a garbage bag and still be the hottest woman in the room. But in that
dress…God, Lana, you’ve got no idea, do you?”
    I was feeling
nervous again. I downed the rest of my wine with my free hand. Luckily, the
waitress arrived and I didn’t have to answer Michael.
    “Ready to order?”
she asked Michael sweetly.
    “Ready if you are,
Lana,” he said to me.
    I said I was and
the waitress turned to take my order. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. She was
obviously jealous of me, wished she could switch places and have a hot guy like
Michael taking her out on a Saturday night.
    “So, I’ve told you
my story. What’s yours?” Michael asked when the waitress had left.
    Normally, I hate
talking about personal stuff. But somehow with Michael it was easy. I didn’t
allow myself to acknowledge that I wasn’t revealing the most important thing. I
would never tell anyone about that.
    The evening flew
by. Michael ordered us each a cognac and we shared the homemade ice cream
sundae. I felt like we were in a romantic movie, giggling and feeding each
other spoons of ice cream and whipped cream. When it was time to go, I didn’t
want to leave.
    Michael put on a
jazz CD when we got back in the car. We were silent on the ride back to my
dorm. “I had a really good time,” he said softly, pulling into the parking lot
across from my building.
    “Me, too,” I
whispered. “Thanks for dinner.”
    We sat there
looking at each other, neither one of us making a move to leave the car.
    And then, as if we
both spoke the same silent language, Michael and I began kissing, passionately,
feverishly, our tongues intertwined. I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around
his neck, trying to pull him as close to me as possible. Waves of heat
travelled up and down my body.
    Michael put his
hand between my thighs and slowly slid it upwards to my underwear, rubbing up
and down methodically. I moaned in pleasure, opening my legs wider.
    “You’re so fucking
wet, Lana,” he said huskily, kissing down my neck.
    “I’ve never been
so turned on in my life,” I replied breathlessly.
    Michael started to
pull back my panties to touch me, but suddenly stopped, laughing nervously. I
had never seen him flustered before. “I don’t want to, but we should quit,” he
said. “We’re in a parking lot by your school. I want nothing more than to make
love to you, but it has to be special. It’s our first date. You