“I’ll go get a nurse,” he said, leaving the room just after he placed a kiss to my forehead.
Who was this guy?
Was he doing all these things just because I’m about to…
I shook my head, not giving myself the permission to think these things. I didn’t care how selfish it was… I wanted this night and I wanted to have as much fun as I could. It didn’t have to be real, it just needed to feel like it.
I closed my eyes and sighed, forcing my mind to go to happy places as Ashton returned with the nurse, Christy. She was my favorite nurse in the hospital.
“Hey, April. Your doctor said to give you another one,” Christy said as she changed the serum.
“How are you feeling?” she asked before leaving the room.
“I’m okay,” I smiled, trying not to think about the pity in her eyes.
When she left the room, Ashton sat back next to me again. We didn’t talk, just watched the movie as my head rested on his chest.
After awhile I couldn’t stop the tears that filled my eyes. I tried to stay as silent as I could, but Ashton must have felt the wetness on his shirt, he lifted my head with a finger under my chin.
“Are you crying over a dance movie? Really, princess?” he laughed at me, but his face turned serious as I failed to smile back at him.
“What is it? Tell me.”
“Nothing… just silly,” I said, reaching out for a tissue, but he pulled me onto his lap.
I momentarily forgot what the problem was when I felt his body this close to me.
“Tell me,” he insisted, placing his hands on my waist.
“I just… I always loved dancing and these movies were my favorites, I could easily imagine myself in one of them. But now… knowing that I will never do this… my dreams are dying with me, Ashton and I cannot help them,” I sobbed, hugging him.
He let me cry for awhile and after that he started to hum a song that I didn’t know.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he slid me into place, tucking me down and pulling me back to him.
“Dancing,” he shrugged, but before I could answer him he continued, “Not being able to dance shouldn’t stop you from enjoying music.”
I rested my forehead on his and closed my eyes, trying to keep my emotions in check, but my eyes opened when his lips touched mine.
I pulled myself back, “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to kiss me out of pity.”
“Don’t be stupid. Do you really think I would kiss you because I pitied you?” he frowned.
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I didn’t answer him, only shrugged.
“You were wrong in your message, April,” he started to say and I frowned, but I wasn’t sure if he could tell that without my eyebrows.
“You said you weren’t my type… you were wrong. I noticed you the first moment I saw you, in that chemistry class. But I thought that you didn’t like me, I thought… fuck! I don’t know, I thought you would be the first girl who would reject me and I stayed away to save my pride,” he said and I giggled at his confession.
“Don’t laugh. I’m angry at both of us. If one of us was braver… we could have four months, April. Now… we have…” he trailed off.
“One night only,” I whispered.
I wasn’t sure if we really had one night. I hoped we had more, but that was what started everything… one night only.
“Will you make love to me?” I whispered.