Sack Time by A.M. Willard

Author:A.M. Willard [Willard, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.M. Willard
Published: 2017-09-26T18:30:00+00:00

Greyson

The moment I heard Sherry’s panicked voice echoing down the hall, I knew I had to sneak around to see what was going on. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if it was her or another patient. When my eyes landed on her, I knew something wasn’t right. Sherry’s eyes were wide, wider than normal for her. Not to mention the overuse of blinking, and drumming of her fingers against the glass was so fast it was as if she was typing a story for the waiting room. She needed rescuing, and I was going to waltz in like a knight in shining armor—or jeans—but that’s not the point. She came to me, and that’s all that matters. I haven’t witnessed this Sherry yet. The normal one is bubbly and fast paced, or sacked out asleep – this version is one on speed. Once I closed the door and sat with her long enough, I figured it out and knew what to do. I mean, I’m a doctor after all, so of course, this is why she came to me. That was the only thing running through my head when I went to fetch her a bottle of water and crackers from the kitchen. It wasn’t until she started coming down that I couldn’t hold back anymore. In that moment, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her lips. There was no way I was letting her leave without the feel of her soft skin touching mine.

I should’ve waited to claim her mouth after work because ever since I watched her leave my office today, she’s all I can think about. Try sitting in a small room with patients blabbing along about stuff that I am not focused on today. I’ve glanced at my watch so many times since her departure that my stare could’ve broken the glass and caused time to stand still. She mentioned that she had something to do after work tonight, which also means I have no idea when she’ll return home. Instead of pacing the foyer of the building, I decide to head to the gym to work some frustrations out. The more I picture her today, the faster my feet pound the belt of the treadmill. It fuels my speed and my need to get her out of my head. I’ve got to pull it together before our date tomorrow, or I’m never going to make it through the drive.

Falling against the rails of the machine, I slow my breathing as I pass the point of return. My chest is on fire from the lack of air. Sweat is pouring from my body, and I can’t believe I forgot to bring a workout towel down with me. Instead of grabbing one from the rack, I pull my shirt off and run it over my face enough to allow me to open my eyes and stop the sweat from running down into my eyes. Satisfied that I can walk out of here and head upstairs, I gather my stuff and leave.

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