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and men are weak when it comes to a beautiful woman.
    She’s hard to describe. Absolutely gorgeous, but in an adorable sort of way. Nothing about her screams “sexy,” but somehow, she still is. Perfect body, killer smile, eyes that look right through to your soul. Those hazel eyes. I don’t know what it is about them, but there’s a certain familiarity there that makes me feel like I’ve known her forever.
    And her body is so perfect against mine. Her silky hair cascades over her shoulders, and its cool softness feels so good against my skin. Her warm hands feel so soothing, so relaxing, so…so…

    Ring.
    Ring.
    Ring.
    “Yeah?” I answer the call groggily, not even sure where I am.
    There’s dead silence on the line.
    “Hello? Anyone there?”
    Ring. Ring. Ring.
    I squint at my phone, realizing I’m trying to answer my five o’clock alarm. Duh. I sit up on the couch and…wait a minute. Why am I…on…the…
    Shit. I was here with Kyler, and I have no idea what happened. I was so tired last night that I can’t remember if we had sex or not. I can’t remember her leaving.
    Unless she didn’t, and she’s in my bed.
    I jump up and pad quietly into my room to find my bed still made. Hmm. Well, maybe I fell asleep afterward, and she just left. That has to be it, right?
    Unfortunately, I don’t have time to sort it all out. I have to do rounds at the hospital and get into the clinic by eight. I’m completely booked today with patients every fifteen minutes, followed by a shit ton of paperwork and several hours at the hospital. My own personal mystery can wait.
    After ordering some tests and meds and checking in on all of my patients, I stop by William’s room to chat for a second. He’s as happy to see me as he usually is, but I’m just glad to see his scowl and name-calling is back.
    “You’re plannin’ on cuttin’ out some of my organs, ain’t ya? You’re awful chipper this mornin’.” William can’t see a thing, but he’s a pretty perceptive old man.
    “Nah, the only thing you have left worth taking would be your winning personality. I wouldn’t want to take all you have left.” I pat his shoulder, and he swats it away. “Actually, I had a nice date last night.” I think. “And a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.”
    “Well, that explains it,” says William, flinging one arm into the air. “After all these years, somebody finally felt bad enough for you that they took you to bed.”
    “Haha, well, old buddy, it’s happened once or twice before. Bad thing is, though, I can’t remember what happened last night. Two hours sleep the night before wasn’t exactly conducive to a completely coherent evening. But what I do remember was pretty bad ass.”
    William slurps water from the straw of a nearly empty cup. “It probably wasn’t too memorable for her either. Won’t have to worry ‘bout seein’ her again.”
    “We’ll see. I guess I’ll know if I don’t hear from her for a few days.” I pluck the apple from William’s food tray. “Thanks for the apple, old man. I’ll let you know if you were right. And by the way, you just might be getting out of here tomorrow, so behave yourself.”
    It isn’t until I’m working at the clinic that William’s words really sink in. It’s been on my mind all day. Now that I really think about it, last night probably wasn’t very memorable for her. As a matter of fact, sex isn’t something I’ve ever forgetten without way too much alcohol, and I haven’t had more than just a couple of beers at a time in a few years. Which could only mean one thing.
    “Dalton, seriously? You fell asleep with a hot girl on top of you?” Dr. Stan Miller chuckles. I finally broke down and told him. “Wouldn’t have ever happened to me when I was your age.”
    “Oh, don’t let him lie to you,” says Ella, swatting him with a stack of envelopes. “I can’t tell you how many times he’s done that to me.”
    Stan shakes his head profusely. “No, no,