| Leaving behind the frayed ends of our past,
stitch your pulse straight to my heart |
A medical romance with slices of secrets, angst, a tangled past and a second chance for two indiviudals from opposite sides of the country with no other connecti...
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Seven Years Earlier
November 2017
Longwood Medical Area, Boston, Massachusetts
That cold November night in Boston signified the start of Meerab Ali and Dr Murtasim Khan's two-week wild affair. He was as quiet, as intense as she was open and reckless. He was a dark midnight sky and Meerab was an Alabama sunset, bright, all-consuming and streaked with bold reds and oranges. Her naiveté was as surprising to him as his silent, dreamy perfection was to her.
As the flames of desire which had licked at their minds cooled down along with their bodies, Murtasim's head rose from between Meerab's damp shoulder and neck. His body still thrumming with the aftershocks of a thundering climax, his eyes darted behind her figure to the back of his car.
What the hell?
He'd just slept with a girl in his car; something he'd never done in all his years of undergraduate college and medical school. His mind still reeling from the high, he looked down at the only girl who'd managed to achieve what he'd always thought was the impossible, and as her flushed face and neck came into view, Murtasim felt a kick both in his chest and low in groin.
She was pretty. Really pretty. And even prettier with her chocolate curls and emerald top against the dark fabric of his seats.
He also realised this was new territory because the usual protocol was condo, the 'activities' and then either a straight goodbye or sleep and delayed goodbye depending on what the girl wanted and how much he wanted her. Getting it all done and dusted in on the passenger seat of his GLC didn't leave much room for his usual protocol.
And neither did she seem to fit into his nice, neat protocols, as proven by her next fervently whispered words.
"Sugar. That wasn't good. This wasn't good at all." she whispered to herself, looking dazedly out of the window.
Excuse me?
He vocalised the exact same words, looking down at her with a raised brow as the chain at his chest dangled down and rested between the slopes of her chest.
She looked up, blinking dazedly as if she had just realised there was an entire man above her.
And still inside her.
Then, as if snapping back into her 'usual self', at least the usual he knew from the past two hours, she gulped, shaking her head.
"I meant...I wasn't supposed to give in...so early. Since its been...a while." she said the words like she was making them up on the spot, and Murtasim realised he found her entirely too strange.
But he also found her entirely too hot, and currently, the latter was ruling his mind and body.
"Why does time matter?" he husked out, his voice rough from the climax. "Whether you gave in two hours ago, now or two days later, it shouldn't change anything."
