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everyone know what I had for lunch.”
    “No, you threw up?”
    I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush red. How was I always finding myself in the weirdest conversations with someone that I just wanted to kiss.  
    His lips looked so kissable.
    Thankfully, Alexander laughed again and didn’t run off in repulsion as I had previously assumed would happen.  
    “Well, this is your stop,” he said, leaning against the wall next to an examination room. A nurse noticed it was Alexander and walked over to us, “Everything ok?”
    “Yeah, Laura. Can you just call Dr. Gerrard and tell him Alex has someone that needs to see him.”
    “Of course,” she went back to her station and called Dr. Gerrard. She hung up and let us know that he would be here in a few minutes.
    “Thank you,” I said.
    “For?”
    “Walking me over here. I probably would have just ended up in the bathroom,” I admitted, smiling at him, my right hand crossed over my front and hooked onto my left.
    “No need to,” he stopped abruptly just as his phone rang through his jean pocket. He pulled it out and mouthed a sorry to me as he walked a few feet away and answered, saying hello to Blake on the other end. I saw him peek back at me and walk a few more feet away, towards the window at the end of the hallway. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it didn’t matter because I was transfixed by the way his ass looked in those jeans. It wasn’t the weird, cardboard looking butts some guys got when they bought cheap jeans. His fitted perfectly and gave him just the perfect ass, his firm thighs traveling up to his bottom. I started picturing how perfect his front must have looked.
    Sky, control yourself.
    He hung up and walked back over to me, smiling on his way.
    “Sorry, when the boss calls I always have to answer. Scheduling stuff,” he said, brushing it off.
    “Totally understand.” I noticed that Alexander still had his phone held loosely in his grip, not in his pocket.
    “I do have to go now. Here, give me your number. I’ll let you know once I find those baby pictures and you can let me know as soon as you find yours.” I grabbed his phone, my heart picking up its pace as I scrolled past his cluttered home screen and put my number in.
    I knew this story though, the hot guy getting the girl’s number and never texting her. It was the way life always worked, so I got my heart rate back into a normal range and resigned to the fact that at least I had plenty of mental images saved for later use.
    “Will do,” I said, he took back his phone and grinned, saying another goodbye before walking around me and catching an elevator that was just closing.
    He seemed to be good at that.
    I waited there, not much longer, simmering in the effect Alexander had on me. I realized that during the whole walk here, I didn’t think about my situation at all. I got lost in the conversation, his scent, his voice. It all came together to create an effective distraction.
    So now I stood there, waiting for another of Dr. Evan’s inside men to examine me, my body still tingling from Alexander’s presence.
    I had no idea what he was doing to me, but I found myself palming the phone in my pocket, expecting a vibration.
    And now the waiting game began.

CHAPTER FIVE

    DR. GERRARD WALKED ME INTO his office and sat me down on the examination bed, the one with that wrapping paper like tissue. It crackled in protest as I sat, feeling like I was getting a physical done for volleyball. Dr. Gerrard sat himself down on a black circular button of a stool and walked his way over to me, his butt still planted on the round seat. He was an older guy, skin weathered from days spent doing yard work whenever he wasn’t in the hospital, brown eyes that held more knowledge than personality.
    “Dr. Evans has told me you needed a pregnancy test to confirm an at-home test?” he said, his voice having a forced sense of reassurance overlaying a clinical tone. It was weird, especially since it