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He has some, too, but he drinks it while standing and leaning against the sink. “I hope it’s okay that I stayed, Cal.”

She flicks her wrist. “Totally fine. I’m just glad you were here, so I didn’t need to worry about her choking on her vomit all night.”

He grins before taking another sip and making eye contact with me. If I’m not wrong, I think I see a little bit of admiration in his eyes—like even after a night of me being stupid drunk and sleeping next to a trash can filled with my puke, he still finds me endearing.

Then, Jack jokes around with her. “A Greek Adonis, you say?”

“Oh, shut up!”

“What? Just because I’m technically your boss, I can’t be apprised of your fun sexcapades with random men?”

“Yes. In fact, that’s exactly what it means!”

They laugh together, and I wonder if this is what it would be like to truly be in a relationship with him—having him come over, sleeping next to him, and then waking up to him making coffee and talking with my friends or anyone else who was around.

If so, I like it.

Chapter 38

Johnny and Baby – Jack

The next day, I get an alert on my phone that my test results were posted on the clinic’s virtual portal.

“Oh, thank god,” I exclaim as I type in my username and password. Although, part of me is also terrified that I might have contracted something from Harper… Lord only knows who she’s been with.

Then, I hold my breath before pressing “continue.”

You got this, Jack. It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.I’m trying my hardest to psych myself up.

Finally, I just do it. Then, I have to hit “test results.”

There’s a message from the doctor:

Hello Jack. Your test results were normal, and you do not present any indication of a sexually transmitted disease.

“Yes!” I stand up and pump my fist in the air.

My next move is to call Kayla and report the good news to her.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes.”God, yes.“Get a suit on, and I’ll meet you out front of the hotel in fifteen minutes.”

“Got it!”

My hands are practically buzzing in anticipation of touching her soft, warm skin. But I nevertheless change into my black swim shorts and pull my baggy sweatpants over them. As for the top of my body, I wear a white button-up.

When I get down to the entrance, she’s already there waiting for me. I can see through her light covering that she has a bright pink bikini on underneath.

“Kayla?” I say before getting too close. I don’t want to startle her.

She spins around and wipes some of her light hair, which is blowing in the wind, out of her face.

“Wow.”

“I could say the very same thing. You look gorgeous.”

She curtsies awkwardly. “Thank you.”

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