MAMACITA

SCOTT

You have to be shitting me.

Someone please smack my ass out of this weird dream.

But the anxious rubbing of my hands confirms that this is no damn dream. This is one hundred percent reality.

This is real! This is so fucking real! And I definitely do not want to wake up from it if it was a dream anyway.

I am standing in the same room with the same woman who has haunted my mind and senses since the fateful night she took me on the ride to pleasure island – one I have never been to.

For a moment I forget what really brought me here until the silence in the room makes the humming noise and beep of machines very obvious.

JACKPOT!

What a lucky guy I must be.

I finally found my runaway cousin and my one night stand angel.

'Ma'am this is Mr. Liam Scott, and Mr Scott this is Mrs Parker' the nurse introduces us briefly, snapping me out of my state of shock into a whole new one.

Mrs what now?

As in married Parker? I am sure I didn't get that right.

When a couple of seconds pass and we – mamasita and I – do not make any effort to acknowledge each other, the nurse takes that as a sign and excuses herself, leaving the three of us to the nonstop beeping.

'It's nice to meet you Mr Scott' she finally breaks the silence and I wish I had made her talk sooner. Her soft voice and the way words flow out her very familiar full lips brings back memories I do not wish to ever forget.

She offers me a hand while the other holds on to the bed railing, as though she needs support in the face of this wholesome surprise. It takes everything in me not to ignore that handshake and sweep her into my arms. To take in a deep breath of her feminine scent.

Even with the smell of disinfectants clogging the air, her rich scent of vanilla and caramel wakes every part of my senses.

'You are missing a word miss Parker don't you think?' I hold on to her soft palms – the same ones that had cupped my dick like a gamer will do a joystick, even better – as she raises her brows in question.

She doesn't attempt to correct my use of miss by the way, I knew that nurse was wrong.

'Again is the word, it's a pleasure to meet you again' her brows relax as recognition lights up her face. Nothing else reveals how she feels to be seeing me again, not even a flicker of expression to make me know if I should feel relaxed or get on with the business of the day.

'Are you stalking me Mr Scott?' she suddenly asks.

Oh yes I have, I want to say. I have spent each day of the past month frequenting that club and hoping to at least see you, to hold you in my arms again and hear you cry with desire like a baby seeking its mothers breast. Just the way I seek yours now.

'No. no, of course not, giving that you never told me you name in the first place'

'Oh' she says with a short smile, but I notice the flicker of disappointment that crosses her face before she makes to sit down on the edge of the bed, motioning me to have the seat.

'So why are you here?' she asks once I am seated. 'The nurse said you came to see James'.

'Yes, it's business related and since I hadn't heard from him in a long while I decided to come say hello, will he be awake soon?' My question seems to upset her as she gives a sardonic grin.

When she speaks, her voice breaks with each word as she tries to mask her pain, she suddenly looks older than I remember her to be, and I wish I could cast away any heaviness in her heart and reward her with just bliss.

'I hope so, that will be a miracle of course but I do hope so' she avoids my face as she speaks and I wish to the heavens that she will just look at me the way she had at the bar.

Like I was the only one in the room.

'Why is that, what's wrong?' Normally I wouldn't mind, but I find myself interested in everything that concerns her, even though I am still not sure why she's so worried sick about this man.

Is she his sister or...

I stop myself from imagining other possibilities.

'He was involved in an accident two months ago and has been unconscious since then' she reveals and I do not know if to be disappointed that my trip was uncalled for after all, or grateful that it brought me directly to her.

'That must be really tough for you, and there I was thinking he was only ghosting me' I say as a joke and she spares a grin after casting me a quick look to ascertain the context of my words.

The smile doesn't last long enough before it returns to its shell.

I can't remember having so much interest in someone's feelings and slightest mood change other than myself. I have always been considered a very selfish son and I was okay with that.

But sitting across this woman right now, I could sacrifice anything and everything to catch a glimpse of what's going on in her mind. To see the world through her eyes.

I don't know what this is, but it sure as hell seems like the end of me.

My very own downfall.

We sit there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, and in between she will spare James unconscious from a glance and fumble with the well tucked hospital sheets.

I didn't need to be a psychologist to read this. My time was up and she needed space with her brother or whoever James is to her.

My heart ached with the thought of leaving her so soon, and I wonder what excuse I have to give to return next time.

I announced my leave and promised to stay in touch and her eyes gave away what I wanted to see right from the moment I set my eyes on her minutes ago.

She didn't want me to go as well.

Come on Scott,she probably hasn't had any company in days and just appreciates the presence of another human who isn't unconscious. Doesn't mean you're more special than anyone else who comes in to visit her right now, my mind argues.

She looks around the room as if looking for something in particular before finally planting her gaze on me.

I am lost in their magic until she says.

'We can meet some other time, talk like normal people in a good environment," she pauses, then continues, 'maybe'.

Hell yes, very fine by me mamacita.