Days Like This
Part 2
By Lisa
ERDrLewis@aol.com

I know, I know, this one's short, but the next one's longer, promise. :) Sequel to Days Like This, if you couldn't tell from the title. I don't own anything; I'm not making any money off this. Feedback always welcome at ERDrLewis@aol.com

I looked around the room. I was in Lucy's bedroom, all alone. There was no one in the bed next to me. A good sign. However, the space next to me was indented from someone sleeping in it. Had I rolled over or was that where Lucy slept? A bad sign. I was also only in my boxers. Boy, bad outweighs good here. *Think, Carter, think,* I thought to myself. *What happened last night? Okay, we sat down on her couch. We had a drink or two and talked about patients. Then she poured me another drink. Damn.* I couldn't remember anything after that. *Damn.* I looked around the bedroom, hoping for some evidence of what had happened. None. The bathroom door was shut and I could hear the water running. Lucy must be taking a shower. I continued to look around the room. My clothes were on a pile by the foot of the bed. Bad sign. I didn't see Lucy's though. Good sign.

Suddenly, I heard the water turn off. A moment later, Lucy came out with a towel wrapped protectively around her. "Good morning," she said as she headed for the dresser.

"Morning," I said. Maybe she could explain.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" she asked.

"Uh, we had some drinks . . ." I said, trailing off.

"And then it goes blank? Well then, I guess you don't remember the night of hot sex last night."

My face must have looked shocked, confused, and disappointed. I mean, it's only natural. The one time the woman of my dreams and I do something, I can't remember.

Lucy laughed at my expression. "Ya know, you're one of the most gullible people I know, John," she said, as she smiled and continued rummaging around in her drawers.

"Hey!" I said, jumping out of bed. "So, what really happened?"

"You had too much to drink, and I didn't want you to drive home. I wasn't in the shape to drive you home either, so I let you sleep on the bed and I slept out on the couch," she said as she took some clothes out of the drawer. "Be right back." She walked over to the bathroom door and turned back to tell me something. She saw I was only in boxers, gave me a once-over, raised her eyebrows, and smiled. Then she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I quickly looked down at myself to make sure everything was okay. It was. *What the hell was that for?* I asked myself. Oh well. I picked up my clothes from yesterday and put them on. I wasn't on until later, five PM to midnight. I looked at the clock next to the bed. 12:43. Jeez, I slept late. Well, who knows what time I went to bed?

Lucy came out of the bathroom, dressed. "Want to grab some lunch?" she asked.

"Sure."

We stopped at a small deli in-between our houses. I needed to go home, change and take a shower before work. In addition, I had promised Lucy I'd drive her to work. I happen to like driving Lucy to work. Heck, I like spending any time at all with her. So, off we went. When we got there, Kerry wasn't home, so we just went downstairs. Lucy sat down on my bed to watch TV while I took a shower. When I was done and getting dressed, I realized that I hadn't brought a clean shirt into the bathroom with me. Whoops.

"Lucy? Can you grab my shirt that's over on the chair and bring it to me?" I called out, hoping she could hear me through the door.

"Sure, hold on."

I opened the door and saw Lucy, standing there, looking so innocent and holding my shirt.

"Thanks."

That's when it happened. Her innocent look gone, she leaned over, pulled me close, and kissed me hard, square on the mouth. And I have one word for you-WOW.

She pulled away and whispered, "Sorry. I had been wanting to do that for a long time."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really? How long?" I whispered back.

"Too long," she whispered back, pulling me closer again.

"Wait," I said.

"Oh, yeah, hospital policy, I forgot," she said, stepping back.

"Yeah." I felt sorry though. We both wanted this so bad. Her face looked too disappointed for me to handle. What was I supposed to do?

To be continued . . .