I've always known I'm good-looking—too many girls have made it painfully obvious. Not that I rely on my looks, but let's be real, it's hard not to enjoy the ego boost when people practically throw themselves at you. This time, though, it's different. The girl over me isn't looking at me with lust or that usual smitten gaze. No, her eyes are saying something else entirely. They're locked on mine, wide and full of something I can't quite put my finger on. It's like she's been waiting for me, like I'm the one she's been searching for all this time.
And what's even crazier? I feel the same. Me—the guy who's been with girls but never really felt anything. Yet here I am, willing to drown in those eyes. They say more than her lips ever could, and for the first time, I don't mind sinking.
She's still staring, lost in her own little dream world, and I can't help but smirk, knowing I'm the reason. "Well done, Samson," I think to myself. But then, reality catches up to her. Her eyes widen as if she's just realized where she is—on top of me—and she scrambles to move. She tries to get up quickly, but in her flustered state, she stumbles and falls right back onto me. I almost laugh but keep it to an internal chuckle. Watching her awkwardly try to recover is just as captivating as everything else about her.
Knight helped her to her feet, his smirk practically screaming, This is new. I ignored him, focusing on her instead. She looked utterly embarrassed, her face flushed as if she wanted to disappear. I could almost imagine her frantic thoughts, and while a part of me found it amusing, guilt began creeping in. She looked so panicked that I couldn't help but ask if she was okay, though Knight beat me to it, echoing the same question at the same time. Her relief was evident, and it confused me. Did she really think I'd yell at her? Why would she? I was the one who ran into her, after all.
Knight, of course, had to comment on it, further flustering her. Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and I couldn't help but chuckle internally. She was fascinating in a way I couldn't explain, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tear my eyes away. She wasn't dressed in anything flashy or revealing, but there was this unexplainable pull—something pure and protective—that made me want to keep her safe. My gaze must have been too obvious because a faint blush crept up her cheeks, and for some reason, it made me sigh, feeling oddly content.
Knight caught on immediately, throwing me a look full of teasing mischief, but she didn't notice. Thankfully, she was too lost in her own embarrassment. And that's when it hit me: I'd already given her a nickname. Kitten. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn't the kind of guy who got carried away like this. Determined to reel myself back in, I let my face harden. Knight, still watching me like a hawk, decided to stir the pot, suggesting I apologize to her.
Instead, my words betrayed me. "It was her mistake. She was just standing there," I snapped, the words out before I could stop them. The moment they left my mouth, I knew I'd messed up. Her expression shifted—first hurt, then frustrated—and before I could even try to fix it, she muttered, "It's okay," and hurried out of the cabin. I stood there, frozen, kicking myself internally. What the hell have I done?
Once she left, I could already feel Knight's words brewing, ready to give me an earful about my behavior, but I wasn't in the mood for a lecture. Before he could say anything, I cut him off, telling him the operation had been moved to the afternoon so he could grab lunch and come back later. Without waiting for a reply, I bolted from his cabin, eager to escape his inevitable questions. Knight had always been there for me, knowing parts of me even my family didn't. He'd seen sides of me I rarely let anyone see, which made him the last person I wanted to face right now. I couldn't deal with being questioned about these thoughts—these feelings—that were throwing me off balance.
Hoping to clear my head, I decided to throw myself into work, taking a few rounds to distract myself. If nothing else, the duties would help me push all this confusion to the back of my mind, at least for a little while.
By the time the day finally came to an end, I was utterly drained but satisfied. We'd successfully completed our surgeries—one emergency case and three scheduled ones—and I'd even managed to guide the new batch of interns starting today. The downside? I hadn't eaten all day, and now hunger was clawing at me. Deciding I deserved a proper meal, I headed to Knight's cabin, only to find him with Seraphin—his girlfriend and my bunny. Seraphin wasn't just Knight's partner; she was like a little sister to me, someone I adored and pampered endlessly. And regarding calling her bunny let us say she jumps around a lot literally and cute like a bunny.
Walking in, I couldn't resist teasing the two of them, earning playful glares in return. Of course, they had to bring up the incident from earlier, but I tactfully dodged the topic before their teasing could pick up steam. Instead, I changed gears, announcing that I was starving since I'd skipped lunch. That caught Bunny's attention immediately. She scolded me for neglecting my health, her worry clear as she stood up and declared that the three of us were going out for dinner. Knight gave me one of his infamous this conversation isn't over looks, but I chose to ignore it for now. Together, we headed out for food, and as we left, I couldn't help but sigh at the whirlwind of a day I'd had.