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But then again, it might not work out that way at all. It might only make him want more and more from me. And I had little to give. We would end splitting up on bad terms, and I’d feel like everything was my fault — because it definitely would be all my fault.
With a huff, I pulled the blanket over me and stared at the phone. I had no idea what to say to him. I had no idea what I should even do about this mutual attraction we shared.
Finally, I texted him back.
-You flatter me too much. Go to sleep. -
Placing the phone on the nightstand, I sighed. I sucked at romance. But I supposed that he should know that about me right from the start. I wasn’t one to come up with sweet words to say or write to him. I wasn’t one to figure out how I could spend time with him. I wasn’t a good girlfriend, and I might never be.
If Stone Nash was smart, he’d forget about me. I would only disappoint him over and over again. Just as I was sure I’d disappointed him with my vague reply to the sweet text he’d sent me.
I might’ve been as smart as a whip where medicine was concerned — something my high grades proved — but I was as dumb as dirt when it came to romance. Maybe that was because I hadn’t been raised in a home with a mother and father who loved each other. I had no role models to show me how romantic couples made things work.
Lily had had a few years of observing our parents in a loving relationship, and I assumed that was why she felt confident in the love department. Although she’d never found the one man for her. Instead, she’d found herself many men, never giving any of them the chance to settle her down.
In the few romances I’d had, we always drifted apart, as I had more important things to do than spend time cuddling. There were no arguments at all. We’d just silently let it go and move on.
Damn, I’m a sad case, aren’t I?
My father loved me. I was sure he did. And my sister loved me too — in her own way. And I loved them. So, love wasn’t foreign to me. But somehow, it had never formed between me and any of the men I’d dated.
I didn’t like to think myself incapable of anything. And being incapable of loving someone other than family wasn’t sitting well with me either. But, once again, I had to remind myself of how little time I had to offer. And how that would end up disappointing Stone, and he’d end up doing what the rest of the men in my life had done. Silently slip away.
Better not to love at all if it will only end in pain.
Closing my eyes, I felt the sharp sting of tears forming behind my closed lids. Crying wasn’t something I did often, and I’d be damned if I was going to cry over something so fleeting as this thing Stone and I had going on between us.
Sleep was the only thing I needed to be thinking about. I had to calm my mind so I could get some rest before the alarm went off and I lost any chance of getting so much as a wink of sleep.
Grateful that I wasn’t a doctor with patients who would depend on my sharp wits and snappy mind yet, I took solace in the fact that I was only an intern and no one expected great things out of me. But I couldn’t do this every day. I couldn’t have my mind on Stone and still manage to do and learn what I needed to so that I could become a doctor.
One thing the Moxon family never did was let others get in the way of their progress. My father had taught me that. He’d never remarried or even dated after my mother’s death. He’d said that there had only been one true love for him, and his heart had gone with her when she left.
Perhaps mine had too. The love a child has for their mother must be the deepest connection a person can have. And since I had no mother to connect with, maybe my heart didn’t even know how to love appropriately. And if that was so, then that was just one more reason Stone should forget about me.
My phone buzzed with another text. My eyes sprang open, and I grabbed my phone.
- Shoot me a text when you know what time you’ll be taking a break at the hospital, and I’ll come to join you. And make sure you put in which hospital it is. I can’t wait to see you, XXOO. -
What if Stone’s the one man I could fall in love with, and I’m squandering our time by not making up my mind?
Chapter Eleven
Stone
“Yeah, I’ll meet you at Zanzibar at around one, Baldwyn. Middle Eastern cuisine sounds good to me. And thanks for helping me out with this — I feel like I’m that much closer to finding my true calling.” I pulled into the parking garage at Travis Memorial, where Jessa had finally told me she interned.
“Whatever I can do to help, bro. You know that. I’ll meet you there then. So, what’re you doing right now?”
“I’m going to hang out with this girl I met a few days ago. Her name’s Jessa, and she’s a pretty busy young lady, so I have to grab time with her when she’s got a few free minutes to spend with me.” Parking my truck, I turned off the engine and got out.
“Sounds weird,” Baldwyn said. “When someone likes you, they usuallymaketime for you.”
“It’s not like she’s got room in her schedule. I get it. I really do. Anyway, I’m gonna get off the phone now. See you later.” I ended the call before I had to defend why I was spending my time on a woman who had no real time to give me back.
It wasn’t like I could explain it to anyone anyway. There was just something about her that kept pulling me in. Her presence alone did amazing things for me. But no one would truly understand that. My brothers and friends would all just say that I was itching to get into her pants. And I sort of was, but there was more to it than just that.
Not every woman I’d had sex with had given it up so quickly. I’d had to work at it with a few of them. Once I’d gotten what I was after, I’d lost interest pretty quickly. In my defense, not even one of them had what Jessa had.
