Reborn (RDJ / Scar Jo)

A mess

Third Person’s POV

The nurse wasn’t sure about what was going on during the first one or two seconds, until she felt her back against the wall and the doctor’s sensual body glued on hers, his lips hungrily and skillfully devouring hers.

Feeling her own body in combustion instantly, she threw her hands over his neck, caressing his face all the way back to his hair and kissing his luscious lips back.

She doesn’t think she’d ever been kissed like that. His lips were hungry, rough and determined, and yet, gentle, caring and so passionate, making love to her own lips like Alex’s never did.

His hand caressed her hip as his other one held her face, not letting her move away. When both finally had to stop for hair, Pete’s lips travelled to her neck, gently kissing her, every inch of her skin that his lips touched burst into flames.

She could feel how het up he was, but oh, so was she!

And his body felt so damn amazing, his scent made her go delirious and his kiss was breathtaking.

Oh, but what the hell are you doing, Cate?

She had no idea why she kept listening to these clicks of her mind, but before she knew it, she was pushing him away from her.

“Damn…” he cursed, turning around with his hands over his head

“Peter…” she breathed, trying to say something

“I’m sorry… sorry… god… I’m sorry” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact while stumbling around

She just stared at him, lost for words and screaming at herself

“I…” he breathed “I’m sorry, Cate…” he started to step back “Uh…I’ll… let you know, next time… when I… come for Milla” he said, before walking out the door.

Hearing the door closing, she closed her eyes and hit the wall with her own head, still trying to catch her breath.

What do you want, after all?

 

The doctor was walking throughout the streets, not exactly knowing what to do. His heart filled with hope when she started kissing him back.

But she pushed him away, once again… as he knew she would.

And he still did it.

Shutting his eyes tight, he screamed internally.

You just screwed things up, Graham. He thought to himself.

It was by then that his phone rang.

The doctor ignored it, but when the person insisted, he finally answered

“Hey…”

“Hey, Pete!”

It was Bruce

“Oh, Bruce, hey”

“Where are you?”

“Uh…” he looked around, not sure of where he was

“Look, why don’t you pass by, we could have a drink and talk for a while”

Pete didn’t reply at first. But a drink was exactly what he needed

“I’ll be there in a few.” He simply said, finishing the call.

*The next day*

Cate was lying awake in the bed, as she was basically all night long. It was as if she still felt his lips on hers, and his chest muscles against her body. And there was nothing she could do to stop thinking about it.