Be Mine, Valentine(8)

By: Jessa Chase


“You’re what? 30?”

“Double ouch. Do I look 30?”

“You look….” He paused, looked at her. “There’s no good answer to this is there?”

“Well I’m not 30. And I’m certainly not 40. You’re definitely older than me. How about we leave it at that.” She laughed again. “Come with me, I want to introduce you to some people.”

Robert let her take his hand and lead him over to a group of men watching the game. He enjoyed the feeling of her hand in his, and mourned the loss of her touch more than he expected to when she pulled away.

“Guys, I want you to meet Robert.” She stood at the head of their table and all eyes were on her in an instant. Dotted between the men were wives, girlfriends, but for the most part this appeared to be a manly table made up of manly men. They were wearing softball uniforms, their team name Weakened Warriors emblazoned on their backs.

“He’s from Chicago, so feel free to give him shit about baseball.” She glanced back at him. “Actually I don’t know if he’s even a fan or not.”

“Not a rabid one, but I follow the teams a bit.”

“Do you play?” The man seated closest to them, a big burly gentleman with a beard spoke up.

“I pitched for a team back home,” he replied. “I wasn’t great by anyone’s standards, but it was a hospital team so none of us were great.”

“Shit, we’ll take a half-decent pitcher at this point. Our last guy threw out his shoulder and we’ve been subbing each other in for the last 3 weeks. It’s not going well.”

Robert didn’t have time to question whether it was a good idea to be signing up with a softball league a few minutes into meeting them. He got swept up in conversation and enjoyed himself more than he had in months. He genuinely enjoyed being around Kit and her friends, and wanted to prolong the experience as long as possible.

When the game was over and Kit and Robert had settled back into their booth to eat dinner, he reached across the table for the salt and brushed against the inside of her arm. She shivered at his touch and the reaction was unmistakably female. The urge he’d had earlier, the one to take her to an on-call room and tear her clothes off, that was nothing compared to the one he was experiencing in that moment.

He wanted to strip her down and taste every inch of her. He wanted to see what made her tick and what made her sigh. He wanted to hear her moan his name.

“Robert?” She was looking at him, a question in her eyes.

“Hmm?”

“You looked like you were a million miles away there for a minute.”

“Oh,” he replied dumbly. “I was, I guess. Was just thinking how nice tonight has been. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to go out, have fun. Relax.” In reality he’d been thinking about how his house was just a short drive down the road. He’d been imagining laying her out on his bed.

He shook his head and tried to shake loose those thoughts.

Kit smiled. “Agreed. It’s been a long time for me too. I’m glad you got to meet some people outside of the hospital you can spend time with.

“I’d like to spend time with you again, outside of the hospital.”

“I’d…I’d like that too, Robert.”

“I should be getting you home,” he tapped on his watch. “I hate to rob you of sleep when you have a shift in the morning.”

*

“This is me,” Kit said as they stood at the bottom of the stairs that led to her front door. Her apartment was part of a large Victorian home that had been converted some years before into three apartments. She had an overly large studio which took up the majority of the top floor, with two other families residing downstairs.

They’d ducked inside to avoid the sudden downpour that had belted them as they exited his car. Now, damp and laughing, they huddled together for warmth as much as for comfort.

She wished she could blame her constant pink cheeks on alcohol, but truth be told she’d only drank half a beer. No, it was much more likely that her blush was related to the man who was standing too close, the man who smelled too good and touched her too casually.