Page 57 of Doctor I Do

“He was touching my neck, shoulders, arms, and chest.” I rub my finger along the same lines he traced this morning. It doesn’t feel as good as his touch, but it still shudders me with the memory as if it was him.

She nods. “And you didn’t kiss?”

I shake my head. “He said he needed to go and practically ran to his room.”

Her eyes widen at my answer. I giggle at her reaction.

“Yeah. I’m hoping I’m not that repulsive…”

“T. He’s into you. Maybe…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, making me antsy.

I sit up, waiting for her, but she just bites her lip.

“Maybe what?” I ask.

She lets out a deep, loud breath. Her face is scrunched up. “You don’t think there’s…someone else?”

The words I kept deep down, hidden with fear that’s what he’s hiding.

But I need to trust him, so I shake my head. “We had a deal that while we’re in this fake marriage, neither of us would see anyone.”

“He agreed?” she asks in shock, draining her glass and lowering it to the floor.

“Yeah, he was believable.”

She flips her hair to one side and leans on her elbow on the back of the sofa. “Maybe he isn’t seeing anyone else.”

“Then why not go there?” My stomach is less bubbly, so I sip more of my drink. “Why not kiss me?”

My stomach grumbles loudly, letting me know it needs food, so I decide to order us some takeout. It’s the least I can do for coming here and talking her ear off with my problems.

“My other guess would be Mike and Alice.”

My brows pull together and crease. “It is awkward, I guess…but I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

I didn’t think they would mind. Alice and Mike seem so happy in love that they want everyone to find what they have. Why would they care about me and Alex?

She taps her lip and then holds the finger up. “Wait. What if Mike told him he’d kill him if he touches you?”

That’s more of what could be happening, because Alice would talk to me, and she hasn’t.

“Possibly,” I mumble. Not knowing if it is that…what do I do? Talking to Mike isn’t an option. And Alice is recovering from having Ethan. I don’t need to burden her again with my little crush. But I can’t keep living there with feelings bubbling to the surface every time I see him. It’s becoming worse with every minute we spend time together. I’m a band ready to snap.

“What’s it like living together?” she asks curiously.

That part is easy. I smile as I think of our usual mornings. Well, except for today.

“Surprisingly nice.” I smile and continue. “He makes me breakfast and coffee. We hang out and he watches TV with me. I even got a massage.”

She giggles hard.

“What?” I clip, a little salty at her laughing at me. I’m lost. Not understanding what I said that’s funny.

“You got a massage, huh?” She looks at me with a smart-ass grin.

I roll my eyes and softly shake my head. I kinda wish it was that type of massage. But it definitely wasn’t. No, this was a PG-rated massage. I’d have happily taken an R.

“It was strictly on my feet.”

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