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“I’m really sorry. It was an accident. I’m nervous. This is my first time in a shop like this.” My words hang in the air awkwardly. I’m ready to run right out of here, but this lady’s face lights up.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, love. I meet so many people who’ve never stepped foot in a sex shop before. So, were you looking for a dildo?” she says, casually waving her hand toward the stand.

I swallow the shame and confess to her with a new blush forming. “Looking at them all now, I think it’s a little intimidating. Is there something lighter to start off with?” I can’t believe those words left my mouth.

The shop assistant beams. “Personally, if you’re just starting out, a clit stimulator is a good one. I could show you what’s popular for first timers.”

“May as well, we’re here now,” Maddison interrupts, a hint of humor still laced in her voice.

My eyes flick to Maddy in a please shut up look. I love her, but right now, I need her quiet until we’re out of here. I might need a glass of wine after this.

The woman’s eyes flicker to Maddison’s, and then back to mine. She waits for my direction.

I nod. “Sure, why not.”

The woman wanders off and returns with two boxes.

“These are the two popular ones. Did you want to hold it? See how it feels and how big they are?”

I think I’ve touched enough for one day. I need to get out of here now. “No, it’s fine. I’ll grab them both, thanks,” I say with a plastered-on smile.

Maddison snorts behind me. My word choices in the store are terrible, but I’m not thinking clearly right now. My mind is a jumbled mess. I just need to drop her home and never venture to a store like that again. Online only from now on.

Chapter 25

Alex

“Are you on-call tonight?” I ask Doctor Damien Gray. We stand side by side, washing our hands at the sink after working on a surgery together. The twenty-five-year-old, with a tumor in the right frontal lobe of her brain we just worked on removing, is being transferred to recovery.

“No, that’s all for today. I need to get home to Samuel,” he grumbles.

“Is your mom looking after him?” I ask, drying my hands and facing him.

“Yeah. You on call?”

I shake my head, but my mouth quirks at the corner. “No.”

His brows draw together. “What are you smiling about?”

We walk toward the locker room to get dressed out of our navy scrubs into our clothes to head home.

Inside the empty lockers, I feel the need to explain. “I have someone at home…it’s odd, you know, going home to someone.”

I know I’m a selfish prick for holding her all night, but I can’t help it. One moment, I was in my room, and the next, I was slipping into her bed, pulling her body close to mine. The caressing of her thigh, and then her sweet spot between her legs, was just an error in judgment. And I should regret everything I did. Should, but of course, I don’t. How could I regret something that felt so right? I’ve never felt anything better in my life. In my arms, her soft, smooth, and perfect body snuggled into me was heaven.

“Couldn’t think of anything worse,” he mumbles as he throws his scrub top into the wash bin, breaking me from my thoughts.

I nod, understanding his reservations with women. His wife left him and his son for no clear reason. Now he’s raising Samuel on his own.

“Yeah, I know. After what you’ve been through, I’d be the same.”

We finish dressing in silence, and then I say goodbye. I take the elevator down and pull out my phone to write a text to tell Tahlia to let her know I’m on my way home. But my phone rings in my hand. My mother's name flashes across the screen.

I smile and answer. “Mom?”

“Am I interrupting?”

I exit the elevator and walk to my car. “No. I’m leaving the hospital.”

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