Page 45 of Edge of Disaster


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“Oh!” I laughed. Then I kissed him with everything I had, running my hands all over him, losing myself completely … until I heard some smart-ass yell, “Get a room!”

“Fuck, Lex.”

“You called me Lex. You don’t ever call me Lex.”

“I know. Because your name is so fucking beautiful … exactly like you.”

We just sat there staring at each other like two idiots.

“I think I need to get to work. I’m super late as it is.”

“You okay to drive?” he asked with a nod.

“Yeah. I’m good now.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave either, but I don’t want to get fired.”

“I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to work.”

“Yes, I do, Pearce. It’s gives me self-worth.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.”

“To stop hating yourself so much.”

“What?”

“I’ve slept with a lot of women.”

“I pretty much had that figured out.”

“You’re okay with that?” he asked as his eyes widened.

“I mean, look at you, Pearce. If there were an entry for male perfection in the Webster’s Dictionary, they’d have a picture of you. I’m sure when you were in high school and college you had girls crawling all over you. And now that you’re a doctor … well, I’m no fool. I didn’t take you for a monk.”

“Well, I wasn’t a monk and that’s the truth. But can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why is it such a terrible thing for you because you slept with a lot of men, when you were either drunk or drugged out and it’s not for me when most of the time, I was sober?”

After a shrug, I answered, “Good question.”

“I think you operate under a double standard, my backwards and archaic girlfriend. I’m not saying it’s okay to have indiscriminate sex, but what I am saying is get over this already and move on. You fucked up and you learned. I did the same thing. Let’s forgive ourselves and just love each other. Okay?”

“I’ll make you a promise. I’ll do my best and try my hardest. It won’t be easy to shed, so please be patient with me. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you though.”

“That makes two of us. Now kiss me good-bye and get your ass to work.”

“Yes, sir!”

Twelve

The day flew by because by the time I got there, I was behind with work piled high, I didn’t have time to breathe. It’s a good thing I’d hyperventilated earlier, because now I was finding it hard to get a breath in at all.

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