Page 50 of The Doctors Will See You Now

He shook his head, closing his eyes—apparently just as embarrassed as I was. “It’s real fucking sad that an obstetrician and a labor and delivery nurse didn’t have the safe-sex talk before the sex actually occurred.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “That’s not something I…uh…do often…or ever, actually.”

He grinned. “The last time I did anything without a condom, I was a fifteen-year-old virgin and played just the tip with my teenage girlfriend. It had lasted all of thirty seconds before her minister father came strolling in the front door.”

I laughed at that.

“Yeah,” he added. “This isn’t how I usually do things.”

“Me either.”

“I just wanted you so bad,” he whispered. “Honestly, Mel, I’m not sure I was even conscious.”

“Me too,” I agreed. Me fucking too. And as insane as it made me feel, I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.

“Wanna go again?”

He didn’t even blink. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather repeat.”

Sold!

Melody’s heart, for the price of one comment.

This morning, for the first time in my New York tenure, I rode the subway without watching the people around me.

Normally, even when I was reading or pretending to sleep, I had one eye strategically sweeping the area around me. Call it paranoia. Or maybe it was the amount of time I’d spent during my residency suturing some kind of injury from a mugging on the platform or a crazy guy with a knife on one of the cars.

I mean, overall, riding the subway was just as safe as walking in Manhattan. Though, as a side note, I’d sewn up a pretty healthy number of wounds from mugging while walking as well.

But really, New York is lovely. You should visit.

Not to mention, since the first episode of the show had aired, I’d had to make a concerted effort to hide my face from gawking strangers as they snapped pictures with their iPhones.

But last night, with Melody, had been so much more than I’d expected. The conversation, the vibe, the overall easy flow of every single moment—all of it had been incredible. The best date of my life.

Also—side note again here—the sex.

To say I was off my game and just about tapped out for concern about keeping a semblance of personal privacy was an understatement. Luckily, the cloud of all of those things combined, and their power against my command of observation hadn’t resulted in a trip to the hospital in something other than a professional capacity. Though, it probably would mean a few more pictures of me floating around in the cybersphere.

I pushed through the door to St. Luke’s Obstetrics and Gynecology without hesitation for the first time in weeks, excited for the day, and immediately started scanning the space for her.

It was stupid, really. Mel was always fucking late. But rationality wasn’t an emotion, and frankly, it was no match for one either.

“Interesting night, huh, Dr. Cummings?” Marlene asked as I passed her.

Melody’s knees high and spread, her hands clenching my throat as I rode her hard and fast the second time. Her eyes blazing up at me like I might just be the best thing she’d ever felt. God, yes. Last night had been more than interesting. It’d been everything.

Smiling, I nodded my affirmation and continued down the hall, only turning back to look when I realized Marlene didn’t know anything about me and Melody, but she was already gone.

I wonder what she’s talking about.

Whatever it was, I didn’t feel like dealing with it right then.

I went straight to my office to drop off my briefcase, but I checked the inside of every exam room as I passed about as discreetly as I could, just in case Melody had chosen the night after we’d slept together to be prompt for the first time in her life.

She hadn’t, by the way.

God, I’m going crazy.