Seattle Move

9. Finally

As she entered the operating room, Amelia took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. She tried not to let her eyes linger on Owen's muscular frame or his piercing blue eyes. Things had been pretty casual between them after Herman's surgery a week ago, even though she couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he'd carried her bridal style, kissed her on her forehead, nursed her back to health, only to drive her home and walk her to the dream house to make sure she got in safely. He'd done all of that, even though he claimed he didn't have any feelings for her.

She kept trying to convince herself that he would've done that for any of his surgeons, that she wasn't special because of the kiss they shared. He would've done that for anyone, she was certain.

"Are you feeling better?" Owen asked her as they scrubbed in together.

"Yeah, I am actually," she responded with a small smile. After Herman's surgery, Amelia had suffered a bout of severe nausea and vomiting, likely from her acute radiation exposure. Thankfully, it wasn't too serious, and she felt much better now that she'd had time to rest over the last week.

As they began the surgery, their hands brushed against each other and sparks flew. "Sorry," Amelia mumbled, but Owen could tell from the twinkle in her eye that it was a welcomed accident.

"Don't apologize, it's not like I mind," he replied cheekily, trying to diffuse the tension between them. They both chuckled, their eyes locked in a playful stare. The nurses and other staff shared a confused look, not sure what had changed between the two stubborn surgeons.

Amelia cleared her throat and also attempted to break the tension with small talk. "So, how was your weekend, Dr. Hunt?"

Owen turned to her with a slight smirk on his face. "It was...eventful. I went on a hike. What about you?"

Amelia tried to maintain her composure as she replied, "Oh, you know, just catching up on some work and binge-watching Paw Patrol."

He scoffed and laughed, the sexual tension between them only seeming to grow stronger. "That sounds like fun."

Amelia could feel her heart racing as she focused on the patient's surgery. She could also feel Owen's eyes on her, and it was making her nervous. Something had changed between them since Herman's surgery, she could feel it. She tried to ignore it and focus on the task at hand, but she couldn't help stealing glances at him as well.

This was the first time in a while that they were working together as a team in surgery. They had both been so busy with their own surgeries and projects that they hadn't had the chance to work together again until now.

"Could you pass me the forceps?" Amelia asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Owen handed it over, their fingers brushing against each other once again. This time, neither of them pulled away. "Your hands are remarkably steady," Owen commented, his voice low and husky.

Amelia's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his deep blue eyes. "Thank you. Harvard and Hopkins," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

A pregnant pause hung in the air, the unspoken words between them humming with unspoken tension. The nurses, their gazes momentarily lifted from their own tasks, almost caught the subtle exchange. One nurse, the seasoned veteran, raised an amused eyebrow while the other,, the eager newbie, looked on with wide-eyed wonder.

The surgeons both knew what was happening between them, but neither of them wanted to break the spell. So they continued to work in silence, their eyes occasionally meeting and sending shivers down their spines.

Owen's touch was gentle and precise as he handed Amelia the necessary tools, and Amelia couldn't help being aware of his presence at all times. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she couldn't deny the chemistry between them.