Page 92 of The Doctors Will See You Now

His lips crested into a smile, and I pointed an accusing finger in his direction.

“Do not laugh.”

Will raised both hands in the air. “I swear. I’m not laughing.”

“Ugh,” I groaned in frustration. “I’m not even sure how the fuck to get out of these scrubs without it looking like someone was murdered in here.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“Stop it,” I said through a few quiet giggles, and he grinned wide.

“Can I help you?” he asked with sincerity in his eyes.

“Uh…you want to help me take off my menstrual-blood-soaked pants and see the crime scene left behind?”

“No,” he corrected. “I want to help my girlfriend who seems like she’s having a rough fucking day.”

“You’re not grossed out by this?”

“Seriously, Mel?” He flashed a pointed look. “This isn’t the first time I’ve seen a bleeding vagina.”

I guessed he had a point. Will’s job basically revolved around bleeding vaginas.

“Uh…okay…yeah…” I found myself agreeing, and he didn’t give me any time to change my mind.

Will moved toward me, squatted to his knees, and started untying the strings of my scrub pants. “I’m sorry you’ve had a shit day,” he said and looked up at me from beneath his long, dark lashes.

Man, he’s handsome.

“Me too,” I muttered, running a hand through his perfect hair. As I watched him gently remove my stained clothes, I started to think this day wasn’t so bad after all.

I’ve got one of the good ones.

“Mind if I help make it better tonight?”

I quirked a curious brow. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Stay at my place tonight, and you’ll find out,” he said with a soft smile. “But I promise, it will most likely revolve around pizza, ice cream, and a movie of your choice.”

I smiled and nodded, teasing, “Aw, that sounds amazing.” I shook my head dramatically. “And to think, all I got you was a bloody pair of scrubs.”

Will flashed that perfect smile of his in my direction, and within the blink of an eye, the day wasn’t seeming so bad after all.

Me: Where are you? Are you in hiding?

I’d left Melody fully dressed and ready, her purse on her shoulder, keys in hand, and prepared to leave the apartment directly behind me. I couldn’t understand how she still wasn’t here, seeing as I’d arrived fifteen minutes ago.

Melody: I’m running late.

How was that even possible? I shook my head to myself, thinking, Starbucks. She’d probably stopped at Starbucks.

Me: How do you still have your job?

Melody: I’m fucking my boss.

Me: HAHA! That probably isn’t how we should lead into telling the rest of the staff about our relationship today.

Melody: Maybe we shouldn’t.