Foreman was willing to get wrapped up in the kiss again, but the rain pelting the back of his head was more of a distraction than it was worth, so he nodded when Amber gave him directions. He'd felt the wine when he'd been sitting with Amber inside, the warm glow spreading from his stomach and making it seem like the world was in his corner. Didn't matter what mistakes he'd made at work, didn't matter that his personal fortunes had been shot to hell, because he was warm and content and flirting with an attractive woman. Coming outside didn't diminish that feeling, but the cold made him feel more awake and alert. Probably better for driving. This time when Amber touched his lips, Foreman kissed her fingertips completely deliberately, and grinned at her before making his way to his own car.
He climbed in, checking in his rear-view mirror to see Amber's brakelights come on, and then started the engine. He shook his head at himself, half-amused and half-astonished that all of this was happening so fast. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. If Amber hadn't so clearly wanted him tonight, he'd probably be at home brooding. This was a hundred times better than that, and he was glad of it, but that didn't mean it was the best idea. Even though they worked in different departments, if nothing came of tonight it would be awkward seeing her in the hospital hallways. Still, Foreman could handle that, he was a professional, and he was sure that Amber could, too. Anyway, there was no point in borrowing trouble. Right now he'd rather follow her as closely as he could, and make tonight memorable, no matter what happened after.
Amber beat a red light that Foreman had to stop for, but he remembered her directions well enough. He drove a bit more slowly than he normally would, so that he wouldn't barge in on her in case she was making preparations. Foreman smirked to himself again, picturing exactly what those preparations might involve. He'd calmed down enough to want to savour the evening. A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of Amber's address, parking behind her car. He climbed up the steps, seeing the warm glow of lamps from the windows to the left of the main door. He drew himself up and pressed the buzzer, feeling nearly high on his own confidence and on every promise Amber had made so far.
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He climbed in, checking in his rear-view mirror to see Amber's brakelights come on, and then started the engine. He shook his head at himself, half-amused and half-astonished that all of this was happening so fast. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. If Amber hadn't so clearly wanted him tonight, he'd probably be at home brooding. This was a hundred times better than that, and he was glad of it, but that didn't mean it was the best idea. Even though they worked in different departments, if nothing came of tonight it would be awkward seeing her in the hospital hallways. Still, Foreman could handle that, he was a professional, and he was sure that Amber could, too. Anyway, there was no point in borrowing trouble. Right now he'd rather follow her as closely as he could, and make tonight memorable, no matter what happened after.
Amber beat a red light that Foreman had to stop for, but he remembered her directions well enough. He drove a bit more slowly than he normally would, so that he wouldn't barge in on her in case she was making preparations. Foreman smirked to himself again, picturing exactly what those preparations might involve. He'd calmed down enough to want to savour the evening. A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of Amber's address, parking behind her car. He climbed up the steps, seeing the warm glow of lamps from the windows to the left of the main door. He drew himself up and pressed the buzzer, feeling nearly high on his own confidence and on every promise Amber had made so far.