Bonds Of Desire

A NEW START?

I sat nervously in the hospital waiting room, flipping through a worn copy of People magazine. This hospital was the closest to my college so I always tend to come here instead of other hospitals.

I was here for a routine check-up, but my mind kept wandering back to the rejection that still stung. Dax's face flashed in my mind, and I pushed it away, focusing on the hum of the fluorescent lights above.

It has been a week since I showed up at Dax's doorstep, hoping to confirm our relationship in excitement, only to be turned away. And since that day I can't seem to shake the feeling of embarrassment and hurt that lingered like a shadow.

After getting home that day the only thing I could do was to cry myself to sleep with Karen consoling me, trying to stick out reasons why I deserved better than him.

She was right.

I did deserve better than him, but it still took a few days for those words to stick to me. I tried everything in my might to forget about him and have fun. Fun, in Karen's sense was getting other guys. As much as I wanted to do that I just wasn't ready for anything related to guys.

Finally, my name was called, and I stood up, smoothing my dress. As I followed the nurse to the exam room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The one place I had always hated was the hospital, even if I was only here for a check up.

Dr. Jake Taylor introduced himself with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Hi, Ella. I'll be your doctor today." His voice was calm and reassuring, and I felt a tiny bit of tension ease.

As he began the exam, we chatted about everything and nothing - the weather, my classes, his love of hiking. I found myself opening up to him in ways I hadn't expected. There was something about his kind eyes and gentle manner that put me at ease. Eyes that reminded me of a certain someone.

When the exam was over, we bid our goodbyes and I trudged my feet out of the office, my feet still heavy with the weight of rejection.

I still had to go get a few drugs so I headed towards the pharmacy section once and for all. The line was long so i had to seat down to wait, i didn't know hospitals were always this packed.

"Can you please scoot over a little" A certain voice said drawing me out of my daze.

"Sorry" I stated softly scooting over a little not bothering to catch a glance of the person that spoke. I could feel my stomach churn as the strong smell of discinfectant hit my nostrils once again.

"Hospitals and their shitty stench" I whispered underneath my breath, my patience thinning by the second. Looking at the line it'll still take a while till it gets to me.

"Maybe a little more" the voice stated drawing me once again from my thoughts. A person can only do so much.

"There isn't even any more space to shift to, unless you're planning to let me sit on the floor" I stated slightly pissed as I whipped my head over to the person, my anger very much ready to jump over the edge.

First thing, such beautiful eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry" the person apologized, his voice just above a whisper.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" he stated again bending his head lightly in a form of apology, his index finger staying slightly pressed on his glasses so it won't fall, before raising it back up to look at me.

Shifting a little, I could feel my mouth go dry as his beautiful brown eyes stare back at me behind his glasses. His black hair slightly ruffled falling just above his eyebrows. A mop of messy, dark hair that seems to be perfectly imperfect. Is it just me or are men with glasses just naturally hot.

" It_its cool" I replied stammering a bit as my eyes take him in. I could telepathically feel my brain scoffing at my little misfunction. A strong, angular face with a sharp jawline - A tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence, broad shoulders, and a chest that seems chiseled from granite. I set my eyes on a handsome man a few days after I got my heart broken and I almost go bonkers. Blame it on the little whore in me.

He smiled a bit before awkwardly looking back at the line, in an attempt to avoid my crazy stare. _A charming smile that reveals straight white teeth and a hint of dimples.

Ohhhh, Kill me already

Maybe Karen IS right. The quickest way to get over a man is to get under another, and I might as well get under an handsome one.

"Sorry I sounded a bit rude, the name's Ella" I said softly stretching out my palm, pulling my lips into a small smile as I awaited the handshake.

"Oh, Theo. That's my name" he rushed as he shook my hand slowly, eyes not leaving mine. My lips pull into a little, barely seen smirk as I slowly withdrew my hand from his. _ and I thought he'd be shy.

"You can join the line now" a nurse hollered from the counter ushering those on the chair up. Swiftly joining the line, I looked behind me to see Theo also standing right behind me.

"Next" the pharmacist called making the person in front of me move closer. Only a person left and it'll be my turn.

"Can I get your number or instagram or snap" I said softly as I turned slightly to look at Theo, before handing him my phone. Wouldn't want to lose the chance of seeing him again, who knows, the hospital might be the perfect place to find my soulmate. I'm sure my brain is internally scoffing at my silly attempt to justify my whore self.

"Sure" He said smiling a bit before typing in his number, immediately handing my phone to me as the pharmacist called the next person.

"I'll call" I said giving in to my crazy side before blowing him a kiss, causing him to chuckle. I'm definitely crazy. A small smile graced my face as I turned to the pharmacist, before collecting my drugs, not turning back as I rushed out of the hospital.

Fuck Dax.