It was almost midnight by the time we finished the last box, which mostly he did as all I could do was sit somewhere, tell him where to put everything. We kept talking about many things as we did boring chores such as music, books, movies, sports. It was for the first time in my life that I felt I could share my space with someone and be so happy.
So happy that I didn't even bother to check my phone for hours. Since I did remember, I picked it up and was stunned with a sudden flood of DMs and messages. I even noticed, my voice mail was full. What the hell! I opened each of them one after another. Then it dawned on me, the whole hype was for Dylan's new dating status, and I was officially part of this now.
I opened Carol's one of seventeen voice messages, where she just screamed, "You! Bitch! You two are fucking dating in fucking four days?" It was pretty funny that I cracked up a little. Dylan was just finishing setting up my cupboard while I sat on the bed with my injured leg extended on the bed. He looked at me as he heard the giggles, "what are you laughing at?"
I played one of the voice notes from Carol out loud, which said, "you must be so good in bed. Babe, he is untamable! How did you do it? I want to know everything!" And I realized choosing to play that particular voice message was a bad idea. He started grinning, looking at something in the cupboard, and I wasn't sure if he was laughing at what Carol said or something that; he saw in the cupboard. "Now, what are you grinning at?" I asked.
"You must be good in bed, considering you have this!" He held up my silk lace panty which, I only have worn for very particular occasions. I was so embarrassed; I completely had it out of my head that he would see it, damn! The timing to have a sprain! "Put it back there, Dylan!" I said; he begins grinning too much while slowly crawling from the other end of the bed to me. I looked at him angrily, gritting my teeth.
He rolled on his back, seeing I was not playing along, and all I could see was my panty still in his hand. "Give it to me, Dylan!" I said as I tried to reach his extended arm which, he was pulling even further than me making it out of my reach. For a moment, he stops struggling and loosens his grip, but then I realize I was leaning just above his face, and his stare was obvious enough to know why he was distracted.
I snatch my panty from him and lean back without paying any attention to him. This was torture for me, and I knew it would be for him too, but for entirely different reasons. He sits up straight, realizing he had gone a bit too far. "Okay, we are done unpacking almost everything. Are you hungry?" he asked as if nothing happened. I didn't want to make anything awkward, so I felt it was best to ignore it.
"Yeah, maybe we should order some Chinese food!" I said with an innocent smile. He chuckled looking at me, and then picked up his phone to order something. Most food places were closed as it was late, so we had to settle on pizza. He held me up to get me to the living room before the pizza arrived.
"So, you will have to work from home; I am afraid. I have two appointments which I can't miss, and residents will back too so, I can't be here until 6-ish. Can Carol be with you? I will call her up in the morning." Dylan started his monologue as he helped me sit on the couch the same way as we sat before. He was too caring for a fake boyfriend. I thought, but well, he is a doctor too so, it may be a natural thing to take care of those in pain.
"It's okay; I will talk to her tomorrow. I am sure she can skip a day for me, but how will we go to your charity event; it's just three days away." I said with a worrisome face. He booped my nose and said, "give your little head some rest. You will be up and running in two days, but for that, you need proper rest, which I will make sure." He said with the usual broad smile of his.
His phone starts ringing which, makes him go, all smiling to all serious, I wonder who that is calling him. "Hey Ma! No, not tonight. I am staying over at a friend's." he says into the phone, after a pause he continues, "yes, she is okay! Sure, will tell her!" He disconnects the call and puts his phone back in the pocket, looking back at me, resuming his smile.
"Your mom? Wait, you live with your family?" I asked because it was weird to have moms call their sons to ask where they are or are they coming home at that time. That too a mom of a grown-ass man. "Well, yes! That was my mom and, she said hi to you, by the way; our family is pretty tight-knit. And yes, I live in my family home which is the tradition of our family." The doorbell rings before I could respond so he paces to the door, getting our pizza from the delivery boy.
"Are you staying in tonight?" I asked as he opened the pizza box before he reached the couch and, picks up a slice to stuff his mouth as fast as he could. He must have been really hungry. He crashes back on to the couch and hands me the box from which I pick up a slice as well. The pizza looked delicious and smelled even more delicious.
"Of course! I can't leave you alone in this state. Who will help you to reach your bed, who will take you to the washroom, who will shower you in the morning." He starts grinning again; I punch his arm playfully in response. "Where are you going to sleep then?" I asked, ignoring his weird jokes.
"With you, of course!" he said, continuing to stuff his mouth with another slice of pizza and looking at me like an innocent child. "Huh? You're kidding, right?" I asked a bit worried now. "Of course, I am kidding, you dummy! I will sleep here on the couch, I will get a quilt from your cupboard, and that's more than enough. You sleep on your bed, ignoring my existence." He winked, making me smile at how nice he was; I would have been foolish if I didn't decide to help him.
We finished the pizza in another 10 minutes and realized that we were really tired now. My leg still felt a weird sting every time I tried to move it. I thought for a second what would have happened if he wasn't here. "Do you want to go to the washroom before bed?" he asked, as he held my hand to help me up. I nodded, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out; I was being tested, almost tortured with such a hot man in this kind of proximity but nothing to do about it.
"Don't worry, remember, I am a doctor, and I am being one with you. Don't feel embarrassed; we both want your leg healed as soon as possible." He said as slowly helped me walk to the washroom.
We were at the door; I did want to break away from him so I can do my thing without him accompanying. He refused to let go at any cost. His grip grew stronger as we entered the washroom; he turned me to face him, I looked up at him, and I started feeling all those feelings that I felt on the party night. I felt his face inching little by little closer to mine; an inner voice was shouting on top of its lungs to stop.
I slowly opened my mouth, in anticipation to take his in mine, he cupped my face with his right palm while the left rested on my waist. He slowly placed his thumb on my lips and looked intensely into my eyes, and said, "I can't do this! It will ruin everything. You're my only chance, Meg!" I look down immediately as I knew he was completely right; if anything happened between us, the whole thing is ruined.
"You wait outside, Dylan! I can hold on to the sink and cabinets for support. I will call you when I am done." I said, slowly turning away from him. He didn't protest or said anything; but just left, closing the washroom door partially so he can barge in if I need him. I look myself in the mirror for a minute as I realize how big the trouble is, as I knew how much I wanted him and more I couldn't have him, more it ached.