Coquettish Concupiscence

Thursday

Zach's POV:

My eyes open groggily and I push myself into a seated position. The first thing I take in is the sterile, white, walls of the room, that for a moment I can't seem to place.

Shit what weirdo did I go home with this time? I think before my eyes fall on the uncomfortable looking bed and the medical equipment standing beside it. Oh right. I think recalling the events of the day before.

It hadn't taken long to drive to the hospital and honestly if it weren't for the large amount of serious injuries this hospital had to treat yesterday we probably could have been out of here pretty fast, but unfortunately luck hadn't been on our side.

It had taken over two hours to see a doctor and another two for him to finish his check up, which I thought was extreme seeing as how he was only there because of an allergic reaction. Still I am thankful that they were thorough.

After that we were told that they wanted to keep him overnight for observation, which again I thought was extreme. I did try to argue a bit, but gave up pretty quickly, after all there's no winning when it's a doctor telling you what needs to be done, in long, boring, medical terms, which I later found out she had made up. That's right, they weren't actually medical terms and as I found out about an hour after Alec fell asleep, there wasn't even a medical reason for keeping him there overnight.

The real reason he had to stay was because apparently, his older brother, who had yet to make an appearance, worked in the hospital and was worried about sending him home. That's right, I could have taken Alec home, maybe brought him back to my place and let things play out, but no. He had to stay because his overprotective brother didn't want him to be all alone in his dorm. Which is ridiculous because he shares a dorm with Hunter and I really wanted to bring him back to my place. So there is no way he would have been alone.

The indignation of it all really gets to me. Just thinking of all the possible scenarios that could have happened, but didn't, is really driving me crazy. Then again it does help a bit to know that these are most likely just fantasies of mine and would probably not have happened anyways. He did say he hates me after all.

But love and hate are the same emotion. My traitorous brain reminds me and I sigh in exasperation. I really should just give up, this is ridiculous. Nothing would of, nor will probably ever, happen. Wow I need to stop using the word probably, it's giving me hope.

Suddenly the sound of sheets brushing against each other fills the room and I spare a quick glance at the hospital bed, which I immediately regret. Alec has rolled over on his side, with his eyes still closed and his lips slightly parted. He looks incredibly delicious in his unguarded state and for a moment my breath catches in my throat. I've never really seen his face look so relaxed. Usually when he looks at me he is scowling or sending me an intense glare.

Now that's not to say I don't like those faces too, after all they do things to me that I'd rather not think about right now, but this new look has me completely awestruck. He looks so cute like this and it makes me want to melt on the spot.

My body grows a bit tingly as I watch him and I can feel myself becoming a bit light headed. If those eyes opened right now and continued to stare at me like this, there's no telling what I'd do. Probably jump him and take him right on the uncomfortable hospital bed, or maybe just walk over and pull him tightly to my chest, maybe plant a few soft kisses to those wonderful lips and just hold him.

It doesn't even have to be sexual. I realize suddenly. I'd be perfectly content to just have him against me, in my arms, forever. I haven't felt this way since sophomore year, since just before I started dating Mindy, and that's when I realize it. The feeling is not strong enough yet, but it's there. It's there and has been growing since the first day I met him. I may, just may, have begun to develop feelings, romantic feelings, for this guy. I'm not stupid, I know it's not love yet, or maybe ever, but it definitely has the potential to be.