"Then which hospital was she sent to, and what's her ward number? We should go see her quickly," Scarlett urged.
I wanted to check on Mia, but going alone felt awkward.
But Scarlett and Mia were tight, and since I was Scarlett's kin, going together made sense.
I shook my head, "I have no clue. Why don't you ask? I'll tag along as her teammate to visit."
Scarlett nodded and instructed, "Sure thing. I'll go ask. You head upstairs, freshen up, change into something casual for a hospital visit. A suit would be overkill."
"Got it." I nodded and headed upstairs to shower and change.
When I came back down, Scarlett was ready and had Mia's hospital info.
On the ride there, Ryan drove, Scarlett rode shotgun, and I sat in the back.
After about twenty minutes, we pulled into the hospital lot.
"We forgot to grab some fruit or flowers! It's not cool to show up empty-handed," Scarlett realized as she stepped out of the car.
Ryan focused on parking, and I spotted a fruit and flower shop nearby.
"How about this? I'll grab something from that shop, and you two head up first," I suggested.
Scarlett shook her head and said, "Nah, gifts should come with the people. Showing up before the gifts might seem like we don't care about the patient."
"Okay," I nodded, then went into the fruit shop with Scarlett.
Scarlett headed for the apples, and I went for the oranges.
At the checkout, the cashier eyed us walking side by side, looking surprised.
"You two make a great pair!" The cashier gushed like a fan meeting his idol.
Scarlett and I exchanged a smile. I quickly clarified, "Actually, we're not a couple. She's my coworker."
Scarlett seemed taken aback by my response, not expecting me to define our relationship as colleagues in public rather than something more personal.
But it was just a moment of surprise, she had no intention to reveal our real relationship.
I had a selfish reason for saying that. If others saw us as colleagues, they wouldn't know about the deeper layer of our relationship.
So when we got intimate later on, we'd feel less guilty.
In a way, I was fooling myself. As long as I could deceive myself, it was all good.
"Colleagues can turn into couples, you know! You can be together at work and off-duty, how sweet!" The cashier was all about playing matchmaker.
"Nah, she's older than me. She might not be into younger guys," I joked, hinting at a bit of helplessness.
The cashier got more excited, "Young man is great! More energy! Longer lovemaking sessions, how awesome!"
"Alright, enough. Can you ring us up quickly? We're in a rush to see our friend." Scarlett felt flustered and urged the cashier to check the bill so we could leave.
I really enjoyed this side of Scarlett. She was vibrant, treating me like a buddy, it felt like we were in a playful phase.
After exiting the fruit shop, we stepped into a flower shop.
Mia adored lilies, so Scarlett picked up a bunch.
Handing them to me, she said, "Ryan and I are a pair, so one gift covers us both. You're single but grown, so you should get a gift on your own, as a colleague."
"Got it, my precious," I nodded.
Scarlett sensed my hidden agenda, her eyes revealing a touch of embarrassment and shyness.
But the more she blushed, the more I relished teasing her.
I teased her, "What do you think? Should we consider what the cashier said earlier? I'm young and full of energy."
"Cut it out! I'm your brother's wife, show some respect!" Scarlett snapped.
Ignoring her words, I gave her a snicker. "But isn't this more exciting? You were all turned on back there, and it felt so good. I'm still savoring the moment."
Scarlett's cheeks flushed even redder, like a ripe apple.
"Enough! If Ryan catches wind of this later, we're toast." With that, Scarlett hastened towards the hospital.
Ryan stepped out of the car and waited at the hospital entrance for Scarlett.
Upon seeing her, he promptly took the fruit bags from her hands. "Let me carry these. Thanks for going the extra mile to get them."
Scarlett smiled, "No worries, let's head up."Scarlett and Ryan led the way, and I trailed behind.
She was wearing a long dress today, the fabric skimming her ankles, a sleek satin material.
The dress hugged her curves, accentuating her full and slender parts.
Especially her shapely rear, swaying with each step, seemed to taunt me.
The rounded buttocks hinted at the outline of her underwear, as if I could still see the damp imprint from our earlier encounter.
Now all I wanted was to lift her dress, slide down her underwear, and have my way with her right then and there.
The more I dwelled on it, the more my arousal surged uncontrollably.
A heat spread through my lower body, a wave of burning desire was about to consume me entirely.
Following Scarlett felt instinctual, my mind already lost in fantasies of being intimate with her.
In my fantasy, we were in the kitchen, she didn't reject me but parted her legs.
I eagerly stript off my pants, teased her with my hardness, then entered her.
The sensation of her warmth enveloping me, like a hot dog between two buns.
The space was snug but inviting, her elasticity gripping me with each thrust.
Her arousal heightened with each movement.