Page 44 of Doctor I Do

Chapter 15

Alex

The next morning, I’m standing under the hot water of my shower, welcoming the hard hot sprays on my back. Trying to wake up after the worst night’s sleep.

Have you ever walked away from someone and felt tormented? Well, that’s me, but I push away the heavy feeling in my gut.

Stepping out of the shower, I get dressed, then pad down the hall and stairs quietly, not wanting to wake Tahlia. But when I pass her bedroom, I notice her door is open. I hesitate, knowing this is a little creepy, but I can’t help myself and think it’ll just be a quick look. Once inside, I peer around, but she isn’t lying in the bed. Other than getting hit by her scent like a bus, I see she made her bed, and there’re no clothes on the floor. Her room looks like new, so I push on and walk down the stairs. I hope she hasn’t left.

It’s a strange feeling to not want a woman to leave, but I don’t think anything of it. We’ve been friends for a bit now, so I’m sure it must be the company. We haven’t even slept together; it’s just a natural reaction to having a roommate.

And I’m sure if she left, I’d have heard her. In my restlessness, I was wide awake. I take the final step and round the corner and see her stirring cups. I can finally breathe.

Realization hits me. She has made me a cup of coffee, and fuck if it doesn’t make me smile.

But what’s even better is her wearing this tiny pale blue night dress thing. I see the outline of her nipples, confirming she’s not wearing a bra. I know I shouldn’t be looking, as it will only make things harder on me, but I can’t help myself. My eyes rake down over her body to her hips, trying to look for an outline of panties. I’m hoping she sleeps with no panties either.

“Good morning,” I say as I walk toward her.

Her face lifts at the sound of my voice, but I don’t miss the cute bags under her eyes. Glad I’m not the only one who struggled with sleeping last night.

“Morning,” she says cheerily.

The metal spoon hit the sides of the cup with a final mix.

“You’re all happy this morning. Did you sleep well?” I ask. I’m stirring the pot because I can almost guarantee she thought of me all night. With that knowledge, I can’t help but get off on it.

“Not really,” she says, choking on the most adorable laugh. Picking up both cups, she ambles over to me. I carefully take one.

“You figured out the machine?” I’m happy she’s making herself at home here, and when I peer over toward the expresso machine, I wince. It looks like a bomb went off.

Ignoring it, I take a sip of my coffee, but it’s steaming and burns my tongue.

Fuck, that’s hot.

She definitely needs to practice making coffee here.

“Not so much. I’ll need more practice.”

I pinch my lips together, because it’s exactly what I was thinking. And with the way she peeks down when a blush creeps on her face, I’m totally unfazed by the mess.

“Didn’t you make coffee using machines at Frank’s?” I tease.

Her head whips up, her eyes glaring at me. “Hey!”

“Am I wrong?” I blow the steam off my coffee as I wait for her to reply.

“No. But every machine’s different,” she clarifies.

I nod, set my cup down, and move to make breakfast.

“Did you want some toast? Eggs? Cereal?” I ask, ready to whip us up a hearty meal before I head into work.

I don’t miss the way her eyes flick over to the oven.

“I made us breakfast,” she says between sips of her coffee.

“You made me breakfast?”

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