Page 66 of The Doctor's Truth

But this. This feels nice.

The Anchor is tucked away on the edge of the cliff, within walking distance of the Lighthouse Medical Center. I can see the glow of the building through the pine trees.

I can still hear the clamor of noise inside, but it’s muffled now. More importantly, I can hear the sound of the surf. When I glance up, the sky is so inky black, it sucks my breath away. It’s covered in stars—a winter spread, the Big Bear hanging low in the sky. He won’t climb back up across the hemisphere until summer again.

Will I be here to see him make his trek? The future seems like sand between my fingers, so impossible to grasp…but right now, I’m okay with that.

Everything is changing. The year. My son. Me. But it feels manageable…so long as I have these two men beside me.

Maybe I don’t know what’s coming. But I know that I feel stronger here. Drinking in the night sky with Jason and Donovan.

Inside, I can hear them start the countdown. A couple of smokers outside pick it up.

“Three…two…one!”

Jason’s arms gently slip around my middle. This time, I don’t pull away.

Instead, I lean into it. I twist my body around, rise to the tips of my toes, and connect my lips with his.

We enter 2019 with a soft, sweet kiss. He tastes like tequila, and my thumping heartbeat, and Jason.

Out of the corner of my eye, a shuffle of movement beside us. Donovan—the lone wolf—kisses no one when the ball drops.

Jason and I apparently have the same thought at the same time—that won’t do.

“C’mere, buddy—” Jason suddenly grabs Donovan by the front of his shirt and yanks him in for a kiss.

I see the surprise on Donovan’s face, and his body goes rigid, but he doesn’t pull away either.

When Jason releases him, I slip my hands on either side of his face. “My turn.”

“Happy New Year,” he says.

“Happy New Year.”

It’s supposed to be simple. Playful. A small peck on the mouth.

But when my lips meet his…

Fireworks go off in my stomach.

His kiss is warm. He smells like leather. When he exhales, I feel his breath patter against my cheek.

“Hey, check it out,” Jason says.

Donovan and I break apart. Fireworks—real fireworks—are exploding over the water. I was so lost in Donovan’s kiss, I didn’t even notice.

It’s impressive, huge sparks of light and color exploding across the sky, the reflection scattering across the dark sea.

But I’m having trouble concentrating. My heart is pitter-pattering in my chest. I’m acutely aware of Donovan’s body right behind me. Even over the booming and cheering, I can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. I can hear the lightness in his breath.

Jason’s bare arm brushes against mine. I can feel the light tickle of his arm hair, like there’s electric static between us.

No one says anything for a second…we lapse into silence as the fireworks boom. But the arousal is so thick in the air, it practically has its own scent. A sharpness, like red wine.

“Should we go somewhere?” Donovan asks us. “Somewhere private.”

The promise in his words makes my heart thud and my cunt clench.

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