One Past Midnight

by Jessica Shirvington

  “Sorry, Sabine. I came with Brett and we gave Lucy, Josh, and Ollie a lift. It’s a full car. What about Dex?”

  An arm snaked around my belly from behind. “What about Dex?” he whispered in my ear.

  “She needs a lift home,” Miriam said brightly. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

  “Of course not.” He squeezed me a little tighter and I forced myself not to squirm.

  “Okay, well, that’s all decided then.” Miriam threw me a coy look. “No all-night partying again tonight, Sabine. You need your beauty sleep.” She winked suggestively before spinning on her heel with Lucy in tow.

  Dex’s grip around my waist tightened to uncomfortable as we walked to his car.

  “What was Miriam talking about?” His voice was rough. “Did you go out last night?”

  “No, no!” I said quickly. “She was just teasing me because I looked so tired this morning. I didn’t go out, Dex.”

  His grip loosened and I stepped away from him.

  “Are you sure nothing else is going on? You seem . . . different lately.”

  Shit.

  I needed to fix this. Now.

  I smiled sweetly. “Different good, or different bad?” And before he had a chance to answer, I stepped into his arms and kissed him like I’d never kissed him before. For the first time ever, Dex was the one to pull away, breathing heavily.

  “Promise me you aren’t seeing someone else,” he demanded.

  My hesitation only lasted a split second. “I’m not.”

  Dex cupped the side of my face in his hand. “Kiss me again, Sabine. Like you did just then.” Something about his tone made it seem as if he was daring me to refuse.

  I didn’t.

  I did everything necessary to assure both of us that Dex was the guy for me. The seconds went by; I tried not to count until he finally pulled back, satisfied with my response. As I opened my eyes, I was shocked by my feeling of disappointment—I’d been wishing to see someone else’s face.

  Was it possible? Was that irritating, game-playing, cynical guy getting under my skin? Was that why it was so important that he know the truth?

  “Oh God, Sabine. I can’t wait for Monday night.” Dex traced a line from my brow down to my bottom lip.

  I forced thoughts of Ethan aside and fixed a sultry smile on my face.

  “Me either.”

  I was as ready as I’d ever been. Midnight was minutes away and I was sitting cross-legged and calm on my bedroom floor, surrounded by pillows. For some reason I didn’t want to be in my bed. Usually any deviation in routine upset me, but tonight I felt strangely empowered by the change.

  When I shifted, my composure came with me; it only took a few seconds to adjust to being in my Roxbury body. As the adrenalin faded, I just caught the end of the sentence Ethan had started before my last Shift.

  “. . . so sorry.”

  I kept my eyes closed until I was ready, then I lifted my head and opened my eyes, taking slow, steadying breaths. The only way to manage this situation was to stay in control.

  Everything was exactly as it had been when I left. I was in the hospital. It was midnight. The clock lying on the bed now read 12:10 a.m. And Ethan sat wide-eyed and frozen.

  I felt a stab of annoyance and narrowed my eyes, taking him in. His eyes were more shadowed than I remembered. He looked exhausted. His front teeth were firmly embedded in his bottom lip, moments from drawing blood. I glanced down at his hand, still holding his watch in midair. Was it trembling? He looked tired and worried, but it was more than that. He looked . . . sorry.

  And he was beautiful.

  I stared at him, his dark hair a messy bird’s nest, his full lips teasing me, his eyes showing a depth of soul I’d never seen in another person. Like he knew something the rest of us didn’t. A part of me began to ache.

  As I watched, he glanced down at his hand, which was still shaking slightly. He lowered it to his lap. “Sabine,” he whispered.

  I felt an overwhelming urge to be closer to him. I cleared my throat. “It’s okay. I know it’s after midnight.”

  “Does that mean you . . . ?”

  I ran my hands through my shaggy dark hair, pushing it off my face. “Just listen before I forget. I’m tired, Ethan, and what you did to me . . . it . . .” But I couldn’t even explain. I shook my head and went on, “Fifteen plus eleven equals twenty-six, and fifteen times eleven equals one hundred and sixty-five. The compound in chocolate that helps protect against cardiovascular disease is called flavonoids. It’s also in berries and red wine. The language was Latin and the words translate to ‘Treasure all life’ or something like that. Nice touch.”

  Before Ethan could say anything, I threw back the sheets and stood up. “Stay in your seat, take it all in. I’ll see myself to the bathroom. I promise I’m not hiding anything sharp or dangerous, but I need to go throw up. And if you ever try to control me at midnight again, you and I are not going to get along at all.”

  I held it together until I was just out of the room, then I slapped a hand over my mouth and bolted for the bathroom.

  I threw up only once, but I stayed in the bathroom for a while, giving Ethan time to absorb. The odd thing was, I thought I’d be feeling smug, but instead I was just nervous. Would he be waiting with a syringe and restraints when I got back? Would he even be there?

  When I couldn’t put it off any longer, I padded back to my prison cell. Ethan was standing by the window. I stayed by the door.

  He glanced at me over his shoulder. “I’m sorry I betrayed your trust, Sabine.”

  I sighed. “Call it even for the digoxin.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Not exactly a fair trade.”

  I shrugged and waited for him to say more.

  Eventually he turned to me and gestured with his hand helplessly. “This is a lot to . . .”

  “Look, if this is the part where you tell me you need some time to . . . think or whatever, save it. My father already gave that speech. Sharp needles followed.”

  He tilted his head. “Actually I was thinking I could do with a drink.” He half-laughed.

  I couldn’t help the small smile. “Yeah, well, I second that. We should hit the local bar—you know, dance up a storm while we’re at it.”

  He looked at me oddly, like I was an abstract painting he was trying to decide if he liked or not. Finally he moved past me toward the door, a look of playful mischief in his eyes.

  “Ethan?”

  “Get dressed. I’ll be back in two minutes.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

  I didn’t hesitate, shimmying out of my hospital gown. If there was any chance of ditching this joint, I was in. I didn’t think Ethan would actually take me dancing, but getting dressed at least meant going somewhere—even if it was just around the block.

  I threw on the best of my limited supply of minis and the shortest of my T-shirts—it covered my bandage while still flashing a little belly skin—but then changed into a different one, chastising myself. Oh God, I was seriously crushing on this guy. I mean, he was my nurse and had done nothing to make me think he cared for me more than . . . nurse–patient stuff.

  I groaned internally. What was I doing? As far as he was concerned, the night before I’d attempted suicide.

  But true to his word, Ethan came back in a few minutes, pausing with his hand on the door when he saw me. He coughed lightly, looking down. “You might be cold outside.”

  I shrugged, enjoying the little swing in power. “I’m good. Don’t have a coat.”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed.

  “You okay?” I asked, smirking.

  He nodded and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind him.

  “I thought we were going out?”

  He smiled. “We are. That is, if you feel up to it?”

  I flashed him a wide smile. “Definitely.”

  With that, he dangled a set of keys from his hand and made his way to the window, first unlocking the security grilles an
d then the window, sliding it open fully.

  “After you,” he gestured.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have to work or something?”

  “They have someone else covering my other duties while I’m monitoring you. No one will notice.”

  “Is this meant to be some kind of bonding thing? You pretend to sneak me out, but really three doctors and a couple of security guys are tailing us the entire time.”

  He gestured to the window again. “This is me trusting you.”

  I climbed out the window quickly so he wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes.

  It felt strange walking the city streets after midnight. Unlike most teenagers, I was routinely asleep at that time.

  We must have walked for nearly twenty minutes in silence. The strange thing was, it was comfortable. Calming. But Ethan was right: it was cold. When he offered me his jacket, as much as I wanted to, I didn’t refuse. And when I put my hands in the pockets and felt his set of keys there, I was very glad I hadn’t.

  We passed a twenty-four-hour convenience store and a few late-night cafés, but Ethan didn’t stop. When we came across a bar, to my surprise he headed straight toward it. I was even more surprised when no one stopped me for ID at the door.

  Inside, things were in full swing. Ethan pointed to an empty table in the back corner and we made a beeline for it.

  I sat down, but he stayed standing. “I’ll get drinks. What do you want?”

  “Rum and Coke,” I said, wondering if it would taste different in this life. Things often did.

  He raised his eyebrows. I raised mine back.

  “You’re underage, Sabine.”

  “I think I’ve proven that may well be debatable, Ethan.” I held his gaze. I didn’t want to be treated like a kid tonight. At least for tonight, I wanted to make my own choices.

  When I saw the tug at his lips I knew I’d won. He didn’t say anything more, just disappeared into the swarming crowd. I hoped I wasn’t going to get a virgin drink and a lecture on his return.

  I relaxed into my chair. The music was loud and I let myself sink into it, my body starting to sway to the beat. I liked this place. I wished I could get out more at night. The city really changed at witching hour, in a good way.

  “Sabine?”

  I flinched, spinning in my seat.

  Oh, mother of all things that wreck my lives.

  Shit.

  “Davis! Hi!” I said, completely freaked out. I hadn’t even considered running into somebody. I was such an idiot. I should’ve at least looked around before sitting down—and Davis, of all people. “What are . . . what are you doing here?” I blurted.

  His eyes darted beyond me briefly. “Just hanging out with Finn while he’s in town,” he said, gesturing to where a guy was bent over the pool table, lining up a shot. I nodded awkwardly. We’d never met, but I knew Finn was his brother and that he was in the Navy.

  I plastered a cheesy grin on my face. “How are you?” I yelled over the music.

  “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Capri called me after she spoke to you. Said you were in the hospital and she has to go visit your little sister tomorrow.” Davis was tall and, unlike Angus, clean-cut. He was a nice guy, but every time I saw him I thought of my father. The way he was always so neatly presented and careful with his words threw me. It was like he was crying out for approval. Some girls may look for a version of their father in a potential boyfriend—I am not one of them.

  I stood up, trying to gain a little composure . . . and a plan.

  “I, um . . . Davis, it’s complicated.”

  He took a step closer to me, taking in my outfit, then glancing at my broken wrist. “How? Are you sick or not?”

  “Well, they thought I was, but . . . ,” I stammered.

  Right then, an arm slipped around my waist from behind. Warm tender hands splayed territorially across my belly and Ethan pulled me back against his chest, planting a solitary, knee-weakening kiss on my neck before resting his chin on my shoulder to look right at Davis’s stunned face. Heat poured through my body, every nerve ending suddenly alive.

  When Ethan spoke, he made sure it was loud enough for Davis to hear. “I told you everyone would find out eventually, Sabine.”

  His words flowed so easily, his voice taking on a liquid quality that made the hairs on my arms stand up. His own arms stayed wrapped around me and I couldn’t help but notice how different they felt compared to Dex’s. No, how different they made me feel.

  The place where Ethan had kissed me fleetingly on the neck burned, and before I knew what I was doing, my body took over and I was leaning back into his arms.

  Shit!

  “Sabine, what’s going on? Are you with this guy?” Davis asked, staring daggers at the hands on my stomach.

  This isn’t happening, I told myself. Maybe I really have gone insane and I’m imagining things?

  As if on cue, Ethan started to play with the bottom of my T-shirt, finding a small line of flesh. It was all I could do to stay upright. How could such a small touch do so much?

  “Sabine?” Davis prompted impatiently.

  Ethan took over. “Look man, I snuck her out of the hospital for a few hours—she’s going straight back, no harm. Her parents won’t approve of us and we just wanted to have a bit of time together. You know how it is.”

  Some part of my brain finally clicked into gear and I realized what Ethan was doing.

  “Davis, um . . . this is a friend of mine,” I said, avoiding using his name in case it got back to the hospital—or my parents. I wasn’t going to let Ethan get into trouble for me.

  “Boyfriend,” Ethan clarified, somehow managing to move us even closer together so that I could feel the full length of his body against mine.

  Davis wasn’t happy. I knew that Capri had been trying to set us up, but until now I hadn’t realized that Davis had clearly been in favor of the idea too. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”

  “Oh, it’s new. Really new.” Me? Breathless?

  “But when you know, you know, right?” Ethan added unnecessarily.

  I craned my head to give him a look, but the way he was positioned my lips were basically on his before I quickly spun back toward Davis. Pulled tight against Ethan’s chest, I could feel every breath he was taking and I was sure he could feel my heart hammering.

  “Why all the lies?” Davis said curtly.

  “It’s not lies. I was in the hospital. I mean, I am. I just . . . I snuck out. You won’t tell anyone, will you?” I asked nervously.

  “Like Capri? Your best friend.”

  “Davis, please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry that you and I . . .” I swallowed. Ethan stayed silent, still holding me. “But if my parents find out, they’ll go nuts.”

  Out of nowhere Ethan planted another, more lingering kiss on the base of my neck, his nose trailing a path up to my hairline. Was he smelling me?

  My legs almost gave way, but I kept my eyes on Davis, hoping he wouldn’t lose it.

  After a tense pause, he sighed. “Sure, Sabine.”

  I smiled in relief.

  Davis looked at me questioningly. “So, you’re definitely with him, then?”

  Ethan chose this moment to become impatient. “Yeah, man. She’s with me, then.”

  I elbowed Ethan, but he didn’t let me go.

  “Davis, I—”

  “It’s okay,” he said, cutting off my apology. “I won’t tell anyone I saw you.”

  “Thanks, Davis. I’m . . . you know,” I said, still fumbling with my words.

  “It’s all good.” Davis looked over to his brother—who had abandoned his cue stick and was watching us curiously—and lifted his chin in the direction of the exit. He then looked back at us, nodding once. “I was just on my way out.” And with that he turned and headed straight for the door.

  I spun around. Ethan dropped his arms and stepped back, retrieving the drinks he’d left on a nearby table. I sat down again and took a sip—ru
m and Coke.

  I couldn’t look at him.

  “What was that all about?” I asked, staring at my drink.

  “You were freaking out. This way you can tell your friends you snuck out of the hospital with a secret boyfriend and they’ll leave you be. At least about why you’re in and out of the hospital.”

  “And when they expect to see you and me walking hand in hand afterward? What then?” I blushed, thinking of how nice that would be.

  When I glanced up he was looking at me, his expression tinged with sadness. “It won’t be a problem.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He shrugged. “It means you’ll think of something.” After a pause he smirked. “You can tell them I turned out to be a loser.”

  “That won’t be hard, I suppose.” I returned the smirk.

  He sat back in his chair. “Anyway, we’re here to talk about you, Sabine.”

  Now was the time to take my chance, while I still had it. I couldn’t get sucked in again. Ethan had proven he was full of tricks, and despite his help with Davis I couldn’t trust him. I leaned in innocently. “Ethan, I’m . . . I just need a moment. I’m going to go to the ladies’ room, okay?”

  He looked at me suspiciously, but what was he really going to say? He nodded. “I trust you.”

  If words could hurt, they did.

  I started to weave my way through the groups of people. When I was sure Ethan could no longer see me, I quickly slipped out the front door and ran toward the convenience store we’d passed a few blocks away. When I stumbled in, physically exhausted, the old man and his wife sitting behind the counter stood up. “Are you all right, girl?” he asked, looking beyond me to see if someone was following me.

  I took in a few breaths. My heart was racing. Running right after my recent medical adventures might not have been the best idea. “Yeah. Fine. Just in a rush. You don’t happen to offer a key copying service?”

  The man smiled, and pointed to a sign above him: KEY COPYING $1.99 AND UP. “Do you have the key?”

  I dipped my hand into Ethan’s jacket pocket and pulled out the set of keys. I removed the one Ethan had used to open the window and passed it to the man.

  “Just that one?” he asked.