Page 43 of Not Just Gal Pals

“Ow, Walter! Calm down.” I turned to Blake. “My parents are out this afternoon, so he’s furious he’s been left home alone. Do you want to come in?” Butterflies took flight in my stomach as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

“Sure.”

We hobbled down the hallway, Walter still dancing around us, his little tongue hanging out and his golden-brown ears bouncing.

When we reached the living room, I stopped. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower to get all the remaining mud off?”

“Not at all. I might do the same after you.”

The idea of showering together flitted through my mind, but I quickly shook it off. My ankle was not in any state to support me getting intimate with Blake in the shower. That required both balance and strength.

“I’ll use my parents’ ensuite so we can shower at the same time.”

Blake insisted on helping me to my parents’ room before heading to the other bathroom, holding the towel and clean clothes I’d given her.

Once I saw how much mud came off me in the shower, I was even more relieved I hadn’t invited Blake to join me. This is not sexy. In fact, it was quite horrifying.

I reemerged fifteen minutes later, much cleaner and more comfortable in fresh, dry clothes. I found Blake lying on the couch, in my white The Eras Tour t-shirt and navy sweatpants, petting Walter. Under the sleeve of the t-shirt, I could see a hint of the tattoo I’d noticed at the bachelorette party. I itched to pull the sleeve up to examine it.

Blake jumped up when she saw me and helped me over to the couch, sitting down next to me.

“You should keep your weight off your foot and ice it every few hours. Elevating it will help reduce swelling,” Blake said with authority. She put a cushion on her lap and patted it, clearly expecting me to lie down on the sofa and place my feet on the cushion. I did not comply. I had other plans.

“Thanks for looking after me, but seriously, I’m fine. It really doesn’t hurt that much at all.”

“Hmmm.” Blake looked unconvinced and adorably concerned, her brow furrowed. “I can’t help feeling responsible for it. I should have warned you how rocky it was and that you’d need hiking boots.”

“Don’t be silly. I should have known better than to wear my old sneakers.” Still finding Blake’s doctor persona quite the turn-on, I decided to take advantage of the fact we were home alone. I just hoped Blake wouldn’t react badly to what I was about to say. I swallowed.

“Although, Doctor, there is something else I need your medical opinion on.” I fluttered my eyelashes, doing my best sincere, innocent expression, and then bit my lip.

Blake stared at me blankly for a second before her eyes widened with realization. Please let her be into this. I could see her trying to suppress a smile as she leaned toward me, her voice low and slightly hoarse. “Of course, how can I help?” My stomach swooped. Thank god.

“I keep having these...urges. I’m worried they are getting out of hand.”

Blake nodded, pursing her lips. “Hmmm. That sounds serious. I’m glad you’re seeking medical advice. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the severity?”

“An eight.”

“Okay. And where are you feeling these urges?”

I bit my lip again. “Mainly my...my mouth.” Okay, I was not the best at role play, but thankfully, Blake didn’t seem to care.

“I see. I’m afraid I will need to inspect it, then.” Blake ran her thumb gently over my lower lip and then leaned forward and kissed me softly before pulling back to look into my eyes. “How did that feel?”

“Mmmh, good. But the urges haven’t gone away. In fact, I think they’re worse. It’s maybe a ten now?”

Okay, I was really bad at role play, but I was enjoying it too much to back out. I was so close to Blake I could smell my sandalwood soap on her.

Blake frowned. “I’m afraid that means I will need to increase the intensity of the treatment, then. Please lie down.” I lay lengthways down the couch, and Blake straddled me before leaning down and kissing me more passionately than before. I returned her kisses, running my hands under the t-shirt she was wearing, enjoying the sensation of the soft, warm skin of her back.

After a few minutes, Blake pulled her head back to look at me, her lips red and her cheeks flushed. “Has there been any improvement in your condition since the treatment began?”

“My mouth has definitely improved, but now the feeling has spread to, um, other parts of my body.” My cheeks burned with heat.

“Oh really?” Blake’s eyes sparkled, but she retained the serious expression.

“Well, then...I’d better inspect your ears,” she murmured, her breath warm against my cheek. Blake trailed her mouth across my cheek to my left earlobe, gently teasing it with her teeth, sending my core aching. I moaned.