As cliche as it is, it is a candlelit dinner, right in the middle of Luis' living room.

I'd watched as he did and prepared everything. He is a little different from when I was still at the hospital; I've never seen him so happy.

When it is all ready, I sit across from him and just stare. At both him and the food.

"Everything looks delicious, Luis," I say while looking directly at him, never taking my eyes off.

He looks a little surprised before he smirks. "I'd advise you, Aidan, not to flirt with me."

I don't know what I'm thinking but I crawl towards him. "Or what?" This time, I have the courage to say it out loud.

Luis literally grabs me and pushes me down beneath him, until both his knees are on either side of me, and he's looking down at me.

"Say that again," he growls.

"Or. What?" I simply take my time.

He cups my jaw and our lips collide a little aggressively. As Luis kisses me, I feel his hands making their way inside my clothes.

I did not get time to change because I was straight from my office to his place, so I am still in my suit, minus the jacket and necktie.

He unbuttons my shirt as he keeps kissing me and I too, start trying to tug his clothes off.

I shiver when Luis' hand skims over my bulge. I am so hard for him. He does it again and I break away from the kiss to bite my lip in frustration.

My eyes are closed, so I don't see him, but I feel his kisses everywhere. His little touches threaten to set me on fire and I let out a gasp when I feel his hardness against mine.

We rub against each other as our lips find themselves again, moving like it's our first time.

"My clothes," I whisper impatiently while returning small kisses. "Take... everything off."

"Gladly," Luis groans before he grips my thigh and his hands slide upwards.

Before he can do anything more, the sound of his pager sets off.

We both stop as he looks at it. His phone rings immediately and he picks up after I nod at him.

I watch him speak to whoever is on the other side of the phone. He looks angry as he listens and complains a little.

"Fuck," he says after he's cut the call.

"What is it?" I ask and he looks at me, his expression immediately softening.

"They need me to perform a surgery right now," he says while pulling me up and closer to him. "I'll ask someone to fill in for me, I need you."

I am freaking melting inside as he draws his lips closer.

It takes so much will power to say what I say next, but I manage. "Stop," I tell him before he can kiss me. "I need you too, trust me, but this sounds like an emergency. Someone could lose their life."

Luis doesn't reply but he won't stop staring at me. So I make the first move, I start to button up my shirt again. "Get in the car," I say. "I'll drive you."

The drive is just silent until Luis finds his voice again. "Will you be my boyfriend?" He asks.

"Ouch. Shit, I thought I was," I reply.

He rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly. "Well, I just didn't want to assume."

"Oh," I reply. "Okay. We're official now, okay?"

"Fuck yes," he agrees.

We reach the hospital in the shortest amount of time possible and we both get out. After lightly kissing him, I lean against the car as I watch him disappear through the doors.

•••

My eyes crack open when I hear a knock on the car window. I lazily unlock the car and get out, yawning and stretching.

Luis looks really tired. "You waited for me," he says, sounding dumbfounded.

"I did," I reply.

"It's like three in the morning," he says and I don't know if he's complaining. "That was a six hour surgery."

"And?" I can't see what the big deal is. "Don't give me credit, I slept through it."

"How are you so perfect?" He asks me and my insides flutter.

"Like I said, you've been dating the wrong people. Thank God," I part my hands and shrug.

"This might be tough," he looks down. "Making this work."

"I know," I answer.

"I'm still scared of fucking this up. Which is why I tried so hard to resist you. You deserve someone who'll–"

"I'll work with what I have," I cut him off.

"You're too good for me, you know that?" He asks.

"Oh shut up," I fold my arms. "You make it sound like being stuck to you isn't heaven."

"It really isn't, I work crazy hours–"

"Luis," I say. "I'm going to need you to shut up, okay?"

He nods and I quickly peck his lips. "Good. Now let's get you home, I'll draw you a nice bath, then you can relax and let me take care of you," I tell him. "Are you hungry? Because I think I can–"

I don't know how, but I am suddenly backed up against the car, and Luis is kissing me so passionately my toes curl.

I feel everything at once, my brain turning into fireworks as I try to hold myself together. Just when it feels like it is getting too much, he stops and pulls away to look at me.

"I love you," he says desperately.

It takes like a whole minute for my brain to get back online. It feels like I didn't hear him right.

"No!" I reply. "I wanted to say it first!" I whine.

Luis chuckles. "Well too bad," he says. " You never should have crawled onto my lap in the first place."

I laugh when I understand. "But I really did miss you, and it seems like it worked."

"It worked alright," he smirks and holds my hand. "They were the most trying moments of my life."

I chuckle again. "You don't know how happy I am, to hear that."

"Of course you are," he says.

"Luis?" I call softly to him.

"Yeah?"

"I love you too," I tell him and he breaks into his most sheepish smile yet, like he can't help himself.

Luis sighs when we get back in the car. I don't think he even notices that he is humming to himself.

"The surgery," I start. "It went well?"

"Mhm, the patient's condition is stable right now. She's going to wake up just fine," he answers.

"I'm glad," I tell him, relieved at hearing that. "Okay, let's go home."

"Home..." he says. "I like the sound of that." Luis hangs his head back. "Now I want to tell you again."

"Tell me what?" I ask as I start the engine.

"I love you," he says and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can see.

"Pfft," I reply. I just know I'm blushing. "I love you too."