He appeared like magic at the opened back doors of the ambulance in which I was laying. He clambered in and hugged me carefully, still jarring my skul... and right arm enough that I passed out again from the pain.I was being poked and prodded by a blonde-haired, blue-eyed man with black-framed glasses. He had a stethoscope in his ears and a white lab coat over scrubs. His hands were soft, though firm, as he kneaded my head. As soon as he moved my splinted right arm I yelped, causing him to jump. I slip from the bed carefully, the tiles feel cool against my bare feet. I throw on his old t-shirt, it smells of him; manly and musky. There are holes where it has worn, but I love it. I pad into the kitchen and put the coffee on, he likes his strong and black.As I wait for the drip, drip, drip of the machine, my head begins to race. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are,. I heard him smile as he leaned down to kiss my neck lightly. I exhaled deeply, arching my back pressing my body into his, his fingers glided across my skin causing me to moan a little. James’s lips moved across my neck pressing his tongue in different spots. My hands wrapped around his body pulling up his shirt. He leaned off of me and pulled the shirt over his head, I smiled and sat up pulling my shirt off as well. I undid my pants and pulled them down kicking them off to the side. He stared. I look at him, he is lying down, in a t-shirt and shorts, there is a light breeze but his hair is gelled down so it doesn’t move. God, he is devilishly attractive. I’d jump on him now. I’m not bad myself – I have a similar appearance – brown hair, gelled down, t-shirt, shorts. But it’s his smile. He could light a room up with it – no kidding.I lean in for a peck on the lips – we being outside, I don’t particularly want to show my new found sexuality off to the adorning public, but instead of it.