Page 56 of Doctor I Do

“What. Why?” I ask. Attempting to get him to talk without the distraction of our skin touching. Knowing how it short-circuits my brain.

He shakes his head as he runs his hand through his gelled hair, messing it up. Like he can’t quite believe he just did that. “I’ve gotta go.” His voice is low and defeated.

He turns around and walks to his room. When I hear his door slam shut, I sigh. I sit lightheaded and dizzy in lust…And a lot confused.

“Tea or coffee?” Maddison calls out from the kitchen. I’m sunk into the sofa with a blanket. The comfort of being in my own home settles in, where I’m not confused or sexually frustrated. What is going on in Alex’s brain; I’d love to know.

Maddison is an open book, not hiding how she feels or what she’s thinking. I welcome the familiarity, just like all the times I’ve been on this sofa with her and Alice.

Talking boys, food, or the latest episode of a recent TV show we’re bingeing.

“Wine?” I ask.

“Sure.” she says.

“Wanna hand?”

“Nope, I’ll be a second.”

A couple of minutes later, she walks in carrying our glasses, handing me one. “Thanks.”

As she settles into the sofa, she speaks. “Wine for lunch. This is new.”

I turn my gaze away from her wiggling brows. I take a big sip, welcoming the sweet taste on my tongue.

“Come on. Clearly, something is going on. You haven’t been here since you left.”

“I h—" My voice dies when I realize I haven’t been back. And now I’m expecting to come here and hang out? We’ve been friends for years. Maddison speaks her mind. Her no bullshit approach is probably what I need to hear. But then I’d have to hear my own desperate attempts of trying to come on to Alex when he clearly doesn’t want me.

“See. So, spill it.”

I sigh. “Fine.”

She chuckles, and I side glance at her with a sneer that turns into a giggle.

“One guess.”

She gives me a knowing look. “Hot doc.”

My lips twist, and I try to pinch them together to stop the grin that’s forming on my face.

I’ve never been one to hide my feelings.

“Yeah, him.”

She claps. “No denying he’s hot. That's a start.”

“We haven’t hooked up, so slow down.”

No, he prefers to mess with me instead…

I twist to face her. And she mirrors me, clutching the glass. I tell her what’s eating me up. Hopefully when I leave her, I’m less of a mess.

“There is something going on between us. I swear, we’ve come close.” I sigh, staring into the yellow liquid.

“Like how close?” she asks, sipping her drink.

My stomach is too filled with nerves to drink any more right now.

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