my heart is on the floor for you, pt. 02
pairing – dr. michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader; dr. john carter x f!reader
rating – explicit. minors dni
wc – 5.5k
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part 01
summary – reader and john go out for drinks like they had schedule, but an unexpected encounter makes the night take a turn.
warnings – angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and SMUT. age gap (reader in her mid to late thirties, robby and john on their early fifties). five stages of grief over a break up, workplace gossip and pitt betting pool. john is his sweet self and michael… michael is something. dana, mira, trin and vic are the best friends a girl can have. established mohabbot. making out in public, unprotected sex (please use it with your partners) oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, mating press and cockwarming :) she/her pronouns and afab!reader. no specific descriptions of body type, race or ethnicity. all lowercase for styling purposes.
a/n – hiii! ended up splitting this one in two. it was getting a bit long and i think it would have been a lot of info for one chapter only. so the series is now three chapters and an epilogue! unlike the first chapter, i’m actually happy with this one. feedback is appreciated! hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading 🤎
dividers by @/uzmacchiato
thursday goes by as fast as it came. it’s robby’s day off, his absence is something she’s thankful for, since it means she can put a fake brave face on, pretend everything is alright for twelve hours even under the knowing watchful eyes of samira.
friday and saturday on the other hand…
the twelve hour shifts felt like doubles. the way they stretched on felt painful. robby barely acknowledged her, not once looked her in the eyes. good thing she was an attending and she could go long periods of time without talking to him, right?
wrong. somehow, the universe was against her and did everything in its power to put them together. the playful banter they usually had gave place to sideway glances, muttered mockery and questioning of the other’s decisions.
the worst of all is that the team noticed.
on friday, at 09:00a.m., princess and perlah exchanged looks after she muttered, kind of harshly, a “shut the fuck up, robby.” while he nagged on as she performed a crike on a burn patient. he had no reason to, her decision was right, she performed the procedure perfectly, like she had done countless times before, like robby had praised countless times before. but he was mad and had to make it her problem.
at 11:30a.m. robby cornered her on the central hub, questioning her why she changed the medication he told whitaker to prescribe to a cellulitis patient. the tone was low, stern, meant for her ears and her ears only, but dana noticed, paid attention to the whole interaction.
“we were out of it.” she said, simply, never taking her eyes out of the chart in her hands. robby exhaled angrily, tapped the counter twice before he made his way out.
dana looked at robby’s retrieving figure, noticing the way he closed and opened his hands with too much force and how his shoulders sagged. she turned, taking notice of the friend on her left, studying her for a second. “what happened between you two?”
she looked at dana, sad eyes and embarrassed smile on her lips. “he broke up with me.”
“he broke up with you and he’s the one acting like a bitch?”
“it’s a long story, dana.” she sighed. “i’ll tell you later.” or not.
at 02:48p.m. robby barged in the break room looking for coffee. he found her sitting on the tiny couch they kept there, light red bull in one hand, mixed nuts in the other. she kept her head bent the whole time, staring too hard at the shiny vinyl floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. her airpods blocked her from the world, but she knew it was robby who shared space with her by his shoes. she refused to acknowledge him.
robby heard sniffling the moment he entered the room, and one sharp breath almost made him drop everything and go hold her. almost. but he just shook his head and left.
after that, they didn’t see each other for the rest of friday’s shift.
saturday’s shift brought an unspoken truce but it was just as difficult as friday’s. not once during the three cases they attended together that day, robby questioned her decisions like he had on the previous shift, in fact, he kept quiet, would give a suggestion or two and encouraged the staff to seek her mentorship. but as soon as she stepped foot on the ER that morning, the whole staff new that their relationship was over. she could feel eyes following her, muttered gossip of what, why, when and who ended it filled her ears as she made her way around the department.
by noon, during a very much needed pee break, she overheard kim and olive talking about their bets on the unofficial betting pool that was running around, speculating on the various ways robby finally fucked up the first healthy relationship he had in years.
she waits for them to leave the bathroom, refusing to let them see the silent tears that once again fell from her eyes. the glances she got on her way back to the central hub, full of pity and whispered conversations, annoyed her, filled her with enough rage to want to punch someone. robby, preferably, for making me go through this.
fortunately, dana was alone when she reached the station. “dan,” she calls the nurse, voice low and hand on her elbow, signaling her to come closer. “did you tell anyone about robby and i?”
“no, honey. but he has been acting off, especially towards you. people noticed. and you know how gossip travels fast here.”
she nodded, grabbed a chart and went off to work.
07:00p.m. finally rolled around.
by the grace of whatever was out in the universe, shen had arrived almost an hour earlier, finishing rounds just in time for her to clock out without having to spend any extra minutes at the hospital.
earlier that day, she told carter she would meet him around eight, giving her some time to shower, get dressed, put some make up on and try to look alive.
she’s getting her clothes and toiletries bag when samira, victoria and trinity corners her on her locker.
“you have to tell us what happened!” trinity says.
“yeah, you’ve been ignoring our group chat and our private messages for the last couple of days.” it’s victoria’s turn.
samira gives her a warm, knowing look. robby probably talked to jack, that yapped to her. big ass mouthed motherfucker.
she sighs as she closes her locker, bumping her head on the door a few times before turning around to face her friends fully. “long story short: you guys remember john, right? from chicago?” they nod. “he’s in town. we met for coffee on monday, robby picked me up and met him. i think he got pissed because i have a type and broke up with me.”
“a type?”
“what do you mea–“
“do they–“
she raises her hands. “i’ll explain everything to you guys, just not today. i’m meeting john at the bar in a few and i’m running late. and before you ask, no, he doesn’t know we broke up and robby was supposed to go with me.”
“fine. but you will tell us everything tomorrow.” trinity orders.
“i will, promise.” she raises her pinky for them, and they take it. “i have the day off, so come over after your shifts.”
for once, the locker room is quiet. the lights are dim and there’s still steam from the last shower taken, making the room warmer than usual. she stops in front of the last box, the one she always goes for when there’s too many people in the room. in her head, no one can see her there.
she sits on the wooden bench that divides the room, taking five minutes to rest before undressing. taking a deep breath, she begins. first goes her scrub top, then her pants. but before, she takes off her crocs, a small laugh leaves her lips when she remembers the first time she met robby. it was her first shift, five years ago, just after the whole craziness of COVID started to slow down. gloria introduced her to robby, who welcomed her with a handshake and a sad smile that turned into a fit of giggles when he saw her shoes. lilac crocs, full of colourful jibbitz that contrasted brightly against her black scrubs. a few months later, robby told her that that day when he met her, was the first time that he felt anything that resembled happiness in a long while.
her eyes water when she remembers that a friendship was formed that day, that turned into something else four years later and now it’s over.
she shakes her head to get rid of the thoughts as she moves to the next step, the one that dreads and loves the most: taking off the compression socks. it’s tight, she feels like she’s in a vacuum, and it sticks everywhere. but when it’s finally off, it’s the best feeling in the world. she stretches her legs, wiggling her toes to get the knots of the day out.
the rest is fast, shirt off, sports bra off, panties off and she’s finally in the shower.
the water is at the perfect temperature. it’s hot, but not scalding. the pressure combined with the heat relaxes her muscles and the big wave of sadness that she had been holding back finally hits her. she cries, cries for how things ended, cries for how robby treated her the last few days, cries for the friendship lost.
the crying helped, it always did. the water washed away the wave of sadness and brought her a wave of acceptance.
she knew it was just a matter of time for the relationship to end. as much as she loved robby, as a person, as a friend and as a partner, she always knew he was a ticking time bomb, she knew what she set herself up to, but she never imagined it would happen because of something she never did.
she promised herself right there that that would be the last time she cried because of robby.
stepping out of the shower, she makes her way to the large mirror that is fixed on top of the multiple sinks, and stands in front of it. she looks more tired than usual, eyes deep and skin dull. she turns on the built-in blow-drier to quickly dry her hair, opting to leave it down. the make up is simple, just some concealer, blush and mascara to make her look alive. she looks for her favourite gloss, but ends up finding the red lipstick john loved seeing her wear. she looks at the case, a bit worn, the silver of the mac branding no longer exists. the bullet rolls around her hand as memories fill her mind.
“fuck it.” she mutters, opening the case and applying the crimson cream on her lips.
she taps at her phone screen and it shows her it’s 07:40p.m. already.
“shit.”
moving fast, she dresses herself. simple blue jeans, black turtleneck, leather jacket with the fur lining and black tabi boots that she knows will get a rise out of john.
she stops by her locker, drops her backpack with her clothes and toiletries and leaves for the bar.
the warmth of the bar hits her like a hug. it’s comforting, the dim yellow lights, the smell of spice and that underlying, ever present scent of alcohol. carlos, the owner and bartender hollers at her as she comes in, making her wave and smile back.
carter is at a booth by the window, smiling at the whole interaction.
amy, one of the waitresses and carlos’ wife hugs her, asking if she wants the usual. “umm, i don’t know. my friend is waiting, i’ll see what he wants then we’ll order.”
“is he the hottie by the window?” amy asks and she nods. “he looks like robby.”
she laughs a bit embarrassed. “yeah, he does.”
“still charming everyone, huh?” she hears john tell her as she approach the booth, a smile always present on his face.
they hug. “well, it’s not my fault that i’m this sweet.”
“still humble too.” john says in mock disdain as he lets her go. he looks around as if looking for someone. “where’s robby?”
she shakes her head, the sound that leaves her lips is a mix of a whine and a snort. “let me sit down first.”
hands immediately going to her head when she does, thinking about how she’s supposed to tell john about the break up, she simply can’t go well, robby broke up with me because of you.
she feels a hand squeeze her forearm and she looks between her fingers. she exhales, finally takes her hands out of her face, fingers tapping anxiously on the wood. “robby broke up with me.”
carter’s eyes go wide, a small “O” forms on his mouth and he asks “because of me?”
she squeezes her eyes shut, giving him a slow nod. “he went on a spiral because you two look alike, found your instagram, saw that post you made on our second anniversary, confronted me because i never told him we dated and he simply left.”
john starts laughing and she gives him a pointed look.
“i’m sorry.” he sounds genuine. “how are you feeling?”
“pissed. but also, it’s something i was waiting for it to happen. he’s a fifty four year old man that has a history of seven week long flings. it’s a miracle we lasted eleven months, even if label-less. so it’s fine, really.”
john nods and a mischievous smile appears on his face.
“did you miss me that much though? because he looks like my lost twin.”
she rolls her eyes, but the tone of voice keeps playful. “oh, fuck off, bug. can’t a girl have a type?”
“a type?” john laughs. “what’s your type then?”
“ummm,” she pretends to be thinking. “tall, brunette men with nice beards but that also look good without it. sad, chocolate, bambi eyes.” she pauses, pretending to be thinking harder. john’s eyes brighten with humour. “a little fucked in the head, can be stern when needed but easy to manipulate.”
“easy to manipulate?”
“mhm. robby usually gave me a run for my money but i knew which buttons to press.”
“and i was just super easy for you?” john feigns outrageousness.
“if i recall correctly, all it took was some red lipstick on and a peek of my cleavage for you to do anything i asked you to.” she says, extremely nonchalant.
“is that why you’re wearing your ruby woo tonight?” john asks, tone of voice low, the one he used when he wanted to get her all soft for him.
fuck, he still remembers the fucking shade of the lipstick, she thinks.
and of course he does, he saw her wearing it once after one of her first few shifts with him. she was going on a date with some random neurology resident and he felt mesmerised by the way she looked. the only coherent thing that came out of his mouth was “nice lipstick. what is it called?” and she giggled, told him it was mac’s ruby woo, the perfect red.
later that year, he gifted it to her on the county’s secret santa. and once again after they started dating.
she was about to answer him when the door opened and a familiar man walked in.
carter followed her gaze, only to find robby walking in accompanied by a woman. the couple pass by their table and, on purpose, robby slows down a bit, looking straight into her eyes. the woman gives her a small, self-conscious smile and drops her head down as robby continues to pull her to the booth across the room, beside the bar counter, but still in their line of sight.
john turns his eyes back to her and notices her sucking her teeth, something she did only when she was extremely angry.
“do you know her?” he asks.
she nods. “noelle hastings. case manager for the PTMC. robby and her had a fling before we got together. robby knows i’m not very fond of her, not because they dated, but because we’ve headed butts too many times over patients.”
john snorts and mutters “he has the emotional maturity of a seven year old.”
she giggles.
carter looks back at the bar and finds robby on the counter ordering drinks. “how about we order some drinks, huh?”
she follows his line of sight. “john…” she pleads.
“c’mon, pretty. it’s a bar, we need drinks.” he says as he starts to stand up. “what is it going to be? beer, aperol, wine?”
“wine, it’s cold.”
“red?” she nods. “cool, be right back.”
john pulls up to the counter, stopping right by robby. the two men look at each other and a courteous nod is exchanged. amy comes up to him to take his order. “hey, handsome. you’re the one with our pretty girl, right?” john confirms and amy continues when she comes back with the glass of wine and a bottle of bud light. “be good to her. she deserves a nice man who takes care of her.”
he nods and says, eyes never leaving robby’s “she does, doesn’t she? she deserves someone who’s sure about her and who is able to give her something steady and not uncertainness."
“that’s right.” amy winks before moving along to the next patron.
robby shakes his head, turning it down to look at the wet ring that stains the wood, to run from john’s gaze. “you think you’re good for her?” he mutters.
“i know i am. she was my girlfriend afterall, officially, for four years.” john counters.
robby gives the counter a mix of a grimace and a smile. “but still, you broke up.”
“we did, not because the relationship was bad or anything, but because she wanted a better job opportunity and i wanted to stay in chicago.”
“and now that you are coming to pittsburgh…” robby falters.
“who knows, if she wants to.” john shrugs and picks up their drinks. “now if you excuse me, she’s waiting and i don’t like to keep her waiting. you should go back to your date too.”
john makes his way back to their booth. instead of sitting in front of her like he was before, he sits by her side, resting his arm on the soft leather of the upholstery that supports her back.
“did you peacock enough? i always liked when you did.”
john laughs. mind reeling back to one particular night of sex they had after that same neurology resident tried to rekindle things. carter got jealous, called her baby in front of the whole emergency room and asked her what she wanted him to cook for dinner. to top it off, he held her by the waist, squeezed and kissed her shoulder and cheek before leaving with the excuse of seeing a patient. when they arrived at the house they shared, carter bent her over the kitchen table, fucking her so hard she saw stars and felt it a couple of days after.
“you did, didn’t you?”
she sips her wine, turns her body to have a better look at him. the hand he has on the booth’s cushion goes straight to her shoulder, caressing it. “is it toxic of me that i like it when my partners assert a healthy amount of dominance over me?”
john’s laugh is big now it even attracts some curious stares, robby’s included.
“just a tiny bit, maybe.” john takes a beat, wonders if he should go there but chooses to anyway. “robby didn’t?” carter air quotes. “‘assert his dominance’”
“robby doesn’t exactly show his emotions, not that easily, anyway. i noticed him getting jealous a couple of times but he just shut off.” she laughs that awkward laugh. “this is the first actually said something,” she says, motioning between them and continues “and now he’s back with noelle.”
john nods. her right hand goes to his hair, running and playing with it a bit. john happily sighs, closes his eyes for a bit, relishing the feeling. the hand descends, thumb caressing the apple of his cheek before going down to his beard. there’s a bit of grey there, and she thinks about how much carter changed and how he’s still the same after four years apart. she plays with his chin, thumb pressing and pulling the bottom of his bottom lip very lightly, the nervous habit she had whenever she wanted to ask him to take five.
“can we change the subject, bug? i came here to see you, not talk about robby’s constipated ass.”
john smiles at her choice of words. “of course, pretty.”
the rest of the night goes smoothly, no more disturbances from robby, even if sometimes she felt like she has been stared at.
when it comes to john, it feels like nothing has changed between them. just like during their coffee date, they talk, john tells her about the experimental shifts he had been doing, just to get a feeling of the hospital. she tells him how the last few days have been, sans robby mentions, tells him that the girls are curious about him and promises to introduce them when he’s finally in pittsburgh.
unconsciously, they got closer during the night. thigh to thigh, her hand going from his knee to the soft meat of his upper leg, his thumb playing with the sweet spot under her ear. it’s that dangerous moment between her second and third glass of wine, when she’s not drunk, but when she gets courageous enough to do the things she denies herself of. it’s when he’s also a few beers deep, his eyes are on hers, looking for them when she averts hers whenever she gets embarrassed, it’s john getting even closer, as if it’s possible, whispering something in her ear that she has no idea of what he just said because her body got covered in goosebumps when his breath hit her neck. she turns around, eyes glassy with desire and, without giving herself time to think and back out, she kisses john.
it’s like he had been expecting it. or maybe it’s the four eyes spent together, long enough to memorise all her tells, to have it engraved so hard in his brain that he dives in effortlessly.
the kiss is deep, slow, like it always was when she got aroused. his tongue slips against hers, soft but dominating, tasting the memory of the wine that kissed her lips not long ago. she pulls on the ends of john’s soft hair, eliciting a grunt from him. he pulls her to him, hand squeezed the soft skin between her underbreast and her ribs, making her whine.
john smiles and pulls back. rubs the tips of his nose against hers, and starts peppering kisses on her lips when she tries to dive in again.
“i missed this, pretty.” he tells her.
“me too john, i–“ she gets cut off, a moan leaves her lips when john nibbles on the base of her neck.
somewhere in the bar a glass falls and the shattering noise wakes them up. she has an idea from where the noise came from.
she presses her lips to john’s once again, deepens it, pulls his bottom lip and lets it go, pressing another peck to it. “i think we should go back to mine, what do you think?”
john eagerly nods. “i’ll go close the tab.”
“great, i’ll call an uber.”
the uber ride is quiet, but not uneventful. john brings her impossibly closer when he sits by her side, his lips attacking her neck the moment the car takes off. she knows he is doing this on purpose, knows how hard it is for her to be quiet when he is kissing her neck. she tries hard not to make a sound, but small whimpers leave her lips anyway.
when she finally opens her eyes and looks straight ahead, she meets the driver’s eyes through the rear view mirror, who quickly averts his glance like he had been caught.
that will either be the first ten stars uber ride or she will get kicked out of the app.
john’s left hand, the one that had been holding her waist, travels up, squeezing her breast. he feels her nipple perk through her shirt and pinches it.
“fuck.” she mutters. it’s low, but loud enough for john to hear and silently laugh on her shoulder.
not even ten minutes later the car stops by her building, she thanks for the fact that the app had already billed her for the ride, living the car scurriedly, shouting a “good night, have a safe shift!” to the driver.
they barely feel the elevator ride. john’s mouth is on hers as soon as they walk inside the machine, cornering her.
one hand pulls the hair on the nape of her neck, the other is inside her shirt, pulling the cup of her bra down so he can toy with her nipple, all while carter kisses her. her left hand is inside his shirt, nails scraping their way down his spine. the right one plays with the button of his pants, downs a little further to cup his balls, making john hiss.
the elevator finally stops on the fifth floor, but they are so entranced by each other that they only notice when the door starts closing again. john rapidly throws an arm out, blocking the sensor and the door opens again.
the keys are shaky, hands trembling with desire as john kisses the junction between her shoulder and her neck. it happens all so fast when she finally opens the door.
john pushes her inside, closes the door and in one swift moment, her back is against it. he kneels in front of her, chuckles when he starts unzipping her boots.
“you and your little deer shoes.” it makes her giggle.
carter is desperate, pulls her jeans and her little black undies at once, making her legs press together when the cold breeze hits her warm skin.
he has a crazed look in his eyes, almost all too consuming as he worships her like a fool worships a god.
“i missed this,” he tells her, lips peppering kisses across her thighs. “missed you, missed the way you moan,” he bites her left thigh and sucks it, making her moan, proving a point. “missed how you say my name when you are so horny it hurts,” he licks the spot he just bruised. “missed the way you taste,” john licks her pussy, one slow stripe from her hole to her clit, where he sucks for a few seconds before continuing his confession. “missed you.”
he doesn’t let her speak. john dives back to her pussy, this time paying exclusive attention to her clit. he kisses it, licks and sucks and makes out with the bundle of nerves until she’s a babbling mess.
her legs start to shake and john knows she is close. he brings his index and middle fingers close to her entrance, toying, playing with her hole, just enough to tease her and coat his fingers with her juice. her thighs close around his head, her hips moving, rubbing up and down his face to deepen the friction of his tongue.
she’s almost gone, mumbling almost incoherently and she begs. “john, please– i’m cumm– please, let me cum. please–“
“cum, baby. you know you don’t have to beg me, just cum for me, pretty girl.” carter tells her, doubts she heard anything with how fucked up she was and how her pussy muffled his voice.
her right hand grips his hair, bringing him closer to her core, the left grips the door handle, looking for support. she rides her high, john’s nose hitting their clit perfectly. his fingers work her from the inside too, the curved digits hitting her g-spot with precision.
it becomes too much and she pushes him away with a moan of his name. it makes john sit on his hunches and look up at her with adoration.
he pulls her down, arms going around her as she rests her head on his shoulder.
“you good?” he asks.
“perfect.” she giggles. he kisses the top of her head.
she runs her hand over his hard on again, facing up to look at him. “let’s go to the bedroom.”
she gets up, extending a hand and pulling john up, the way to the bedroom is filled with giggles, kisses and moans. the rest of their clothing is quickly discarded, laying somewhere in her bedroom.
she lays on her stomach and turns her head to look at john. she makes a show of jiggling her ass and makes him laugh. john kisses between her shoulder blades, the tip of his cock pressing right where her cunt and ass cheeks meet. she exhales softly.
carter pulls back, runs one hand from her back down her ass, thigh and stopping on her calf, gently gripping it to turn her around, making her whine in complaint.
“i know you love it when i fuck you from the back,” john says as he grabs her left shin, trailing kisses up and down. “but i want to look at your pretty face, baby.”
he grabs her right leg, circles it around his waist while he aligns his cock with her pussy. john takes his time, teases her with his tip as he collects the mixture of her arousal and her first release. he feels like he’s buying himself some time, knowing he will probably burst as soon as he feels the inside of her fleshy walls.
“bug, please…” she whines, so desperate that her words are starting to slur.
“honey, i might not last long.” he chuckles.
“it’s fine, i just want you inside me.” she wiggles her waist, pressing the heel of her off on his butt to bring him close. “please.”
“yes, pretty. no begging, remember?”
with a deep breath, john slides inside of her. it feels like a core memory, all of the ridges and bumps of her gummy walls welcoming him in like things had never changed between them. he hits the hilt and stops for a few seconds, the feeling is overwhelming. john hides his face on the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent he missed so much. she kisses the side of his head, asks him if everything is ok and he nods. john adjusts the leg that is over his shoulder and, finally, starts moving.
he starts with slow, shallow thrusts, testing the waters that he once swam deep. but it doesn’t last long and soon, shallow thrusts give space to fast, deep thrusts, the ones that has the tip of his cock kissing her cervix and making her walls flutter around him.
it makes his pace falter, his breath turns raggedy and john is close. she’s close once again too, and john knows by how she’s starting to beg.
“john– baby, please. fill me up, please. please, fill me up, i wanna be full of yo–“
john nods incessantly, expert fingers go straight to her clit making her moan. her walls squeeze him once again, so hard it’s almost impossible for him to move and both of their highs hit them at once.
they ride it out together to the point it turns unbearable and john finally drops on top of her. he hugs her, pulls her closer to try and lay on the bed with her on top of him.
john is about to adjust himself when her hand grabs his “don’t pull out.” she says, voice groggy with sleep.
he laughs, admiring the figure on his arms. john kisses her forehead, murmuring “anything for you, pretty.”
sunday came, and brought with it the peace she hasn’t felt in a week.
when they woke up, john was still sheathed softly inside of her. they laughed at the scene, talked about how familiar it all felt and went straight to the shower.
the ten minute shower lasted almost an hour after happy, curious hands started trailing over the other's body.
the rest of the day consisted of John making breakfast and her making lunch. of movies becoming background music for their conversations or for when somewhere in between john went down on her and she on john.
it’s almost eight in the night when the topic of what happened on the previous night and during the whole day comes up.
she has her head pressed to john’s shirtless chest, listening to his heart beat. it picks up, ratting him up.
“talk to me, bug.” her voice is soft, almost impossible to hear.
john takes a few seconds and exhales. “i don’t want this to be just a weekend thing, pretty. i know you just got out of a relationship and you probably don’t want to think about getting into another one right now, but i’ll come to the city in a month and i would love to try it again. these four years apart changed nothing about my feelings for you.”
she lifts her head, resting her chin on his chest and looks for his eyes, only to find them full of want and sincerity.
“i don’t want to decide anything right now,” she chuckles. “i can’t decide anything right now, actually. and i can’t lie to you and tell you that i don’t have feelings for robby because i do. but i also have feelings for you, always had it shoved somewhere inside my heart these four years apart. but i’d love to try it again once you are here. slow, see where this goes.”
john smiles at her. “that’s great, honey. we can try.” he’s about to kiss her when someone knocks on the door. he looks at her with a puzzled look. “are you waiting for someone?”
part 03
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