Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Never had.
Although we’d reconnected about a year ago, it still wasn’t what Hennessy and I shared.
Since we’d reconnected, I’d enjoyed seeing how she’d moved on with her life. While there I was living right where Reed had left me.
In a broken pile of Krisney that probably wouldn’t ever heal again.
Which reminded me where I was at, and what I was about to do.
I grimaced.
Bad. Bad. Bad.
This was going to be so bad.
The man that I loved, the man who had dumped me, was going to be looking at my vagina.
This seriously couldn't get any worse, right? Wrong.
How, you ask?
The air conditioner kicked on.
There I was, in nothing but a fucking paper towel suit, and the fucking air kicks on?
Seriously?
It had to be some sort of a cosmic joke.
I could practically feel the hairs on my legs growing as goosebumps started to chase over my skin.
There wasn’t an inch of my flesh that wasn’t affected by the air, which happened to be about the time that Reed came in, looking down at the chart in his hands.
Without knocking.
He looked tired. A little bit pissed, and a whole lot of beautiful.
His hair was styled, but it looked like at some point he’d started to run his hand through it on the left side right next to his ear.
He had a beautiful head full of almost black hair. And I say almost because at his temples he was starting to gray.
Oh, God. That was so sexy.
I hadn’t seen him except in pictures sent by Hennessy, or while stalking his Facebook, for a while now. At least two years.
He was only thirty-two years old, so it was sort of a shock to see his hair graying, but damn did he work it.
He had a pair of glasses perched on his nose, and I found myself smiling quickly. He’d always had trouble seeing when he was stressed and his eyes were fatigued.
He wasn’t wearing a doctor’s coat.
Why was I obsessed with that fact? Because had he been wearing a doctor’s coat, it would’ve hidden the way his muscular arms pulled at his Polo shirt, and the way that Polo shirt fit him to perfection in all the right ways.
The shirt was tucked into his jeans, showing off his trim waist and the goddamn belt buckle I’d bought him for Christmas our first year together.
The belt buckle I’d bought him.
It’d cost me an entire year’s savings from the money my mother would give me for lunch—though Reed didn’t know that I wasn’t the spoiled rich kid that everyone always thought I was.
At the time, Jay had gotten everything he wanted, while I, being the rebellious child who went against her parents’ wishes by dating a ‘bad boy,’ got money for lunch every day and lunch money only. That equaled to about twenty dollars a week, for eighteen weeks. Meaning that, although I’d starved during school, it’d been worth it to get him that belt buckle and see his face light up with excitement.
I swallowed thickly and tried not to let my eyes take in the buckle, and instead focused on his face.
The same beautiful face that still haunted almost all of my sleeping and waking moments.
"Any STD concerns?"
He didn't know it was me. I was going with that. Because if he did know it was me, he wouldn't have asked.
I didn't sleep around.
Hell, it took him six months to get me to put out when we'd dated.
"No."
I tried not to snap. Really, I did.
But this man had a way of getting on my nerves. I could happily kick him in the balls and not feel an ounce of remorse.
Reed's head snapped up, and his eyes widened the moment the word left my mouth.
Yeah, he hadn't known it was me.
We stared at each other like two deer caught in a spotlight.
Then he broke the stare as easily as he’d ended our relationship and said, "Any concerns?"
I shook my head. "No."
He nodded his head, then looked down at the paper.
"Last menstrual cycle?"
I shrugged.
"I'm on the pill. You know how that goes. I skip the week that causes you to have a period." I paused. “Maybe six weeks ago?”
Hell, he'd been the one to suggest that I get on the pill. He’d been there with me when I'd been given the speech about them.
I still remember the doctor telling us that birth control pills weren't as effective if you didn't take them at the same time every day, and if you were on antibiotics to use alternate means of protection.
It'd been so embarrassing to have that doctor know that I was about to have sex with the man that was directly beside me at the time.
Now here we were, all these years later, and Reed was the man asking the questions. Jesus.
"Yeah,” he looked down at the paper, "I do."