“Let’s just say I have no complaints, and hope to have three children someday.”
I pointed to another student whose name I didn’t remember.
“What techniques did you find most helpful for healing?”
“Well, it was a dislocation,” Austin said exactly like I’d coached him. “It was so bad, I had to see a specialist, what I called the ball doctor at my young and tender age.”
The students laughed. I glanced over at the professor and saw her smiling as well.
“What mostly helped was rest, medicine for the pain, and antibiotics.”
Another woman raised her hand. I pointed at her. She stood up.
“Can you show them to us? For science?”
The class cracked up. I looked over and saw a grin on Austin’s face as if he were enjoying all the attention.
“I would, but I’m seeing someone special right now.”
He turned and looked at me for a few seconds before turning back to the other students.
“They’re normal, though. And I have two of them still.”
Everyone laughed again. Ms. Carrington stood up and clapped her hands.
“Okay, class. That’s enough. Let’s give a big thanks to Mr. King for showing up to discuss his sports injury with us.”
I smiled, filled with joy as he bowed. As he walked up the steps to the doors, I watched him, unable to believe he was still interested in me. The rest of the class flew by as I thought about the night before and how I wanted to do it again. All night long maybe.
After class, I stood in the hallway and called him. Quite a few people gave me a pat on the back as they passed, mostly the women who had participated.
“Hey,” he said. “How did I do?”
“You’re the best,” I said, walking toward the door of the building. “You coming over tonight?”
“I should be studying for mid-terms, but I’d rather spend the night with you.”
“Aww. You’re so sweet.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
I smiled, falling for him even more.
“Come over about eight. Jocelyn will be gone.”
“How are things going with her?”
“Ugh. Don’t even ask. She’s become even more of a slob if that’s even possible.”
“I wouldn’t worry about her,” he said casually.
“Easy for you to say. You’re not living with her.”
“I am spending more time at your place.”
“Not nearly enough for my liking.”
“Who’s the romantic one now?” he asked.