Rehab [Ranmaru Kurosaki Drabble Series]

Part 8

Ranmaru let out a disgruntled breath, watching the smoke dissipate in the air, before lifting the burning nicotine stick back up to his lips and breathing in again. His eyes scanned the sad sacks that were occupying the patio with him. He sat in the furthest corner so no one would encroach on his personal space. Frankly he couldn't get far enough away from them. He was beyond irritated and if this hell hole didn't already suck before it definitely did now.

His gaze settled on the woman who was the main cause of his current woes. He watched her figure move from patient to patient while expertly avoiding him. Ever since the incident that happened between them in his room [Name] has been avoiding him. It would be one thing if she just didn't want to spend time with him alone but she even went so far as getting someone else to handle his med management and solo therapy. He could consider himself lucky that she didn't drop him from her group sessions but it wasn't exactly the correspondence he was wanting.

A scowl marred his face as he snuffed out his cigarette into the ashtray before him. He's never pined after someone this much before. It's not to say he hasn't dealt with rejection in the past. He's definitely struck out on a hotter chick at a venue after a gig before going home with the next hottest bimbo in line. No, this wasn't just about wanting to sleep with her either. He's experienced that carnal lust many of times before and this feeling was different. Just being able to see her face and know she was around was sufficient to make him feel better. Sex would just be a major bonus...

A heavy sigh left his lips as he ran his slender fingers through his silver hair. Great, now he was jonesing and sexually frustrated.