On Thursdays, I try to catch the boy training for his indoor cricket team. Due to the Hospital That Treats Final Year Students Like Slaves (HTTFYSLS), he has normally already been there an hour by the time I get there. When I arrive, I have a look around, to see if I can see him.
This Thursday, I spotted him across over at the nets doing his thing. I still feel a little shy as I walk towards him. He just beamed at me. I leant over and kissed him.
"Hello," he smiled.
"Eurgh, you're all sweaty!" I teased.
He kissed me again.
"Having a good workout?" I asked.
"Yeah," he sighed. "Done for the day, huh?"
"Yesssssss," I replied, like I would never have to go to HTTFYSLS when really I would be back there within 12 hours.
"Are you going to kick ass?" he asked, encouragingly.
"Of course," I smiled.
I pressed my body against his and looked at him.
He said, "when I saw you over there, I thought: I'm so lucky to have a woman like you, a lovely, sexy lady."
"Did you?" I smiled, basking in it.
"Yesssssss," he replied, a hint of oomph in his voice.
I held his gaze for a moment, then, "ok, see you after," I said, walking away.
"Bye," he said, wistfully.
I was smiling a huge smile as I went to sit down and savour some Picoult magic.
Sometimes, it really is bliss.
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