"Does he mow your lawn too ou is he just fixing your plumbing?" House a dit to Cuddy as she watched her boyfriend, Luke Danes, leave the hospital.
"Yes, we're having sex. Done euphemising now?" She replied as she began to walk back toward her office. House followed her.
"You've been dating the le dîner, salle à manger owner for three weeks and he's already montrer up with lunch?"
"I'm not going to talk about Luke with you. Anyway,don't toi have a girlfriend toi should be plus obsessed with now?"
"Cate's at a conference in Seattle." He replied as he started flicking one of Cuddy's rubberbands.
"You miss her."
"She'll be back in two days."
"You still miss her." She said.
"It's been six months. She's practically living with me..."
Cuddy could see the worried look settle over his face.
"She's not Stacy number two. This commitment isn't going to blow up in your face."
House looked up at Cuddy.
"Do toi remember what today is?" He asked suddenly changing the subject.
"No...What's today?" She a dit as she began fidgeting with her pearls.
House couldn't help but to grin at her obvious nervousness.
"Two years il y a today is when I last kissed you."
Cuddy tried not to smile but failed miserably.
"You wrote down the day?"
"I don't have many memories worth remembering. That Kiss was worth it...Do toi ever think about it?"
"I use too."
He smiled sadly and then stood up ready to leave.
"We're both happy now, House. Let's not dwell on what could have been."
"Right." He a dit as he left the room.
Cuddy sighed to herself. Pushing her various forms out of her way she put her hand against the bare wooden desk. She smiled at the memory of finding it in her office. He had let her down with his immature groping and she was all but ready to give up on him. And then she saw her Med school desk. She was his again.
Cuddy traced a finger against her lip and closed her eyes.
"I wish I could forget that kiss."