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#12 A girl with a colorful soul

James freezes with the plates in his hands and gives me an incredulous look. “What do you mean? You’re a cute single girl. Why wouldn’t I ask you out?”

“Because I was in a bloody torn dress, about to get arrested by you. That’s not exactly the kind of thing that will make a guy go wow, she’s cute, I want her.

He chuckles at the deep voice I am using to pretend I’m him. “Well, I did think that, actually. All your friends were fighting and holding people down, and you were completely focused on this guy on the ground, yelling for an ambulance. I knew you were a healthcare professional right away, and this may sound weird, but I’ve got a thing for nurses, doctors, the works.” He puts the plates down and grabs his glass of wine, sipping it. “I know that sounds weird, but I guess you could say cute nurses are my type. I also like girls with colorful souls, and your hair and nose ring made me think you might be one.”

Hmm. That’s a good answer I guess. “So your exes are all nurses?”

“One of them is. The other two were in med school when we dated, wanting to become surgeons. I’ve only got three exes. I’m not much of a ladies’ man.”

Looking at him in his white shirt with the tattoos and those gorgeous blue eyes, I have a hard time believing that. Surely girls must throw themselves at this hot cop on a daily basis, right?

“What’s your type?” he asks while he puts the food on the table and fills my glass with water again.

I gesture at him. “Tats. Tall. Blue eyes. Muscles.”

He grins. “Then I guess I’m doing alright so far, huh?”

“Personality is more important than looks, though,” I tell him, although he’s right that he’s got my attention look wise for sure. And his personality seems great so far as well. “I like my men funny, carefree, a little cocky. Most of the guys I date are a little douchy, I guess I sorta like that, but they also have to be sweet to me.”

James nods. “I’m not sure if I’m douchy, but I think I can be sweet. As for the other things… that’s for you to decide, I guess. I don’t think I’m carefree, being a cop and having lost my sister and all, but I do think I am hilarious.”

I laugh at that. “Okay, tell me a joke then.”

“Okay, let me think…” He puts the salmon on my plate and adds some glazed potatoes and vegetables. “What did the nurse say when she found a rectal thermometer in her pocket?”

“Some asshole has my pen,” I reply right away. I’ve heard that one before.

“Okay, so maybe I’m not hilarious,” James says with a shrug. “Hopefully my cooking skills will make up for that.”

I put a bite of salmon in my mouth and I moan at the taste. His eyes twinkle at my reaction and I swear he’s smirking a little.

“That good, huh?” he asks, taking a bite himself.

“Yes,” I say after swallowing. “Okay, you don’t need to be funny. If you cook for me every night, I can definitely handle never laughing again.”

He chuckles. “Good. We’ve still got the stuffed zucchini and the steak, right? How about I make you one of those dishes tomorrow?”

Oh wow. Guess he really doesn’t play hard to get, huh? He’s a little more eager than I’m used to, but it’s refreshing to meet a guy who seems to be all in right away. It’s nice after all the douches I’ve been with so far, who never wanted to commit – or at least not to me.

“Okay,” I decide, sticking with the promise I made myself to get over Aston as fast as possible. James might just do the trick. I’m not sure if we’ll end up together, but having some fun never hurt anyone, right? Besides, he’s definitely my type. I’m curious about him.

“Okay?” he repeats, a sweet smile lighting up his face. “Great!”

We talk about our work while we eat, and every single bite taste amazing. The conversation flows like it has been doing all night, and I find myself getting a lost in his eyes. They’re so damn blue.

“Do you want me to go?” James asks after we’ve done the dishes together, splashing each other with the foam playfully. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome, and you must be tired after working all day. We’ll see each other tomorrow, so if you want me to head home, I totally get it.”

I’m exhausted, but I also want him to kiss me. I want to feel his hands knotting in my hair, to take off his shirt and gawk at all his tattoos, to kiss my way down his muscular chest, and… Okay, I’m getting carried away. It’s just been such a nice night, and he’s so goddamn hot, and he’s been saying all the right things. It’s easy to be with him. I need that. After Aston, I’m done with difficult crap.

“I need to go to bed soon,” I say honestly. “But… I mean… maybe you could stick around for one more drink? I’d hate to kick you out right after you did my dishes.”

He nods and pours himself half a glass of wine, following me to the couch. He puts down his glass and sits down next to me, way closer than I thought he would.

“I’m not good at this,” he says, suddenly sounding nervous. “I never know what’s the right time to move in for the first kiss, but I’d very much like to kiss you now.”

I don’t say anything and just grab his shirt, pulling him to me so our lips can meet. He tastes like red wine and salmon, and his lips are so soft. His hands knot in my hair just like I imagined they would, and he groans softly when I nip at his bottom lip. Our tongues meet again after that, and I’m getting a little hot and bothered when one of his hands moved down my back and ends up on my hip, squeezing gently.

“That was one hell of a first kiss,” I tell him when we break apart.

“Yes,” he agrees, his hands still in my hair and on my hip. “Let’s see if our second one is just as good, shall we?”

Right when our lips brush, my phone rings. I pull away and curse, getting up to pick it up from the kitchen counter where I left it. It’s the hospital.

“Sorry,” I tell James, my heart sinking. “I think they’re calling me into work.”

He just smiles and I see him readjust his junk a little, shifting on the couch. Fuck, I made him hard already. I really don’t want to pick up the phone now, but I have to. I promised Leonard. It’s indeed the nurse administrator, asking me if I can come in for the night. I tell her I’ll be there in half an hour, my eyes never leaving James’ intense stare.

“I’m so sorry,’ I say when I hang up. “I need to go back to the hospital.”

“Can I drive you there?” he asks. Then he reconsiders. “Actually, that’s a stupid idea, since I had wine. I’m not doing to drink and drive. Besides, I didn’t even drive here. I walked. I live close. Sorry, I’m rambling. You make me nervous. Can I… can I walk you to work? I don’t like the idea of you out there on your own this time of night.”

I often walk to work in the middle of the night, and nothing bad has ever happened, but I think it’s sweet that he wants to take care of me. His little rant was endearing as well. “Sure,” I say. “Let me change out of this dress first.”

I rush into the bedroom and decide on jeans and a sweater. It’s chilly out at night, and it doesn’t really matter what I wear since I’ll be in scrubs all night anyway. When I come back out, James is already waiting for me, his leather jacket back on, holding the door open for me. I grab my purse, follow him out and lock up behind me.

We take the stairs down, and when we’re out on the street, he takes my hand in his.

“I had a great time tonight,” he tells me, squeezing my hand gently. “I know I can be a little intense, and eager, and not hard to get at all. My exes all said I was a little much when they first met me. So if I’m moving to fast or being too intense, please tell me, okay? I just… I think you’re a great girl and I’m looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow, if you’re still up for it.”

“Definitely.” I actually think it’s refreshing how honest he is. And it’s so good to have a guy tell me these things. To be this into me after just one date. I need this kind of energy in my life right now.

“Great.” He pulls me to a stop and smiles down at me, cupping my face in his free hand before kissing me softly. It’s just a short kiss, but it leaves me wanting more.

We walk to the hospital hand in hand, and by the time we kiss goodbye in the parking lot, I feel like I’m floating. This guy… He’s not what I expected at all. He’s so much better.

“See you tomorrow,” he says, giving me another peck on the lips. “I’ve got work till 8 pm, though, so it’ll be a late dinner. I can make it to your place ten minutes after my shift if you don’t mind me coming over in my uniform.”

“I don’t mind at all.” It’s so sweet that he just wants to be with me as soon as possible, not caring how desperate or eager that might make him look. “I’m looking forward to tasting your meat.”

He laughs at that, the deep sound making me smile as well. “You’re talking about the steaks, right?”

“Maybe,” I say, trying to sound seductive. “Maybe if the steaks are really good, I’ll be in the mood for a different kind of meat after.”

He grunts and pulls me against him, kissing me again. “I’ll bring my A-game then.”

Finally, we break apart and he watches me walk into the hospital through the staff entrance. I glance at him over my shoulder, still unable to believe I just had a first date like that. I’ve never had a first date quite like that.

James Tyson is definitely boyfriend material.

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