Page 84 of The Doctors Will See You Now

More like love…

Ugh. Not that train of thought again…

I wasn’t sure which freaked me out the most: that I was already thinking that four-letter word and the idea of settling down when it came to Will, or how perfect those things really felt.

Will and I hadn’t been dating for that long, and I’d just gotten out of a very long relationship. The mere idea of being in love with Will was a bit too sudden…right?

“The heart wants what the heart wants, Mel.” My mother’s words of advice rang loud and clear in my head. She’d told me those words time and again—when I waffled about moving across the country to follow Eli…when I decided to come back across to get away. And I agreed with her on the basic sentiment. I was just having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that my heart was so damn willing to fall in love again so quickly.

“Are you okay?” Will asked and tilted his head to the side as he scrutinized my facial expression.

I could only assume said facial expression had changed from relaxed and smiling to deer in highlights. Jesus. Get it together, Mel…

“Of course I’m okay.” I schooled my face into a neutral expression and nodded. “Now…if I do recall, you were asking me how far my like for you goes, aka, you’re fishing for compliments…”

Will grinned. “Too scared to answer the question, Mel? I understand. I’d be overwhelmed by me too.”

“No,” I retorted, rolling my eyes. “I think you should answer the question first.”

“How much do I like myself?” he asked and winked in my direction. “Well…I consider myself a nice guy. I’m pretty good at my job. Insanely hilarious and charming. I don’t think I’m too bad to look at. I don’t have a small dick… So, yeah, I’d say I really like myself.”

I giggled. “I don’t have a small dick?” I repeated his words, and he nodded.

“Well, I don’t,” he answered. “I’m about average.”

Average? Pffffffft. It wasn’t average. Honestly, it was above average. Will’s penis was a one of a kind. Smooth, thick, long, and curved in all of the right places. He had a good penis. A great one. The best one. Michelangelo’s David wished he had Will’s penis.

I snorted in laughter. “You’re so full of it.”

“What did I say that was so wrong?”

“Your penis isn’t average. It’s more than average, Will.”

“Uh…yeah, it is,” he retorted. “It’s a nice, average penis. I think it gets the job done.”

“It definitely more than gets the job done,” I agreed with a waggle of my brows. “But it’s not just average. How many inches, William?”

“How the fuck would I know?”

“Haven’t you measured it before?”

“Um…no. I don’t spend my free time sitting in my living room holding a measuring tape up to my cock.”

“The average penis size is like five to six inches,” I stated and glanced down at the crotch of his pants. “You’re way bigger than five to six.”

He shrugged. “Okay…I’m slightly above average.”

I hopped off the counter and started rummaging through his drawers.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for a ruler.”

I only managed to get through one of his junk drawers before Will wrapped his arms around me tightly and pulled me away from the counter. “You’re not measuring my cock, Mel.”

“Yes. I. Am.”

“No, baby,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re not.”