Her words got cut off with a sharp screech as I dug my fingers into her side.
‘My dick is still inside you woman, you think you could give me a minute before you go back to teasing me?’ She squirmed under my relentless tickling, her laughter ringing out, once again, making it hard for me to breathe. I stopped, letting her take much needed gulps of air.
Her eyes shone. The air between us thickened as we stared at each other. The lazy smile on her face dropped for a split second and whatever had just crossed her head, I had a feeling I didn’t want to know what it was.
If she was regretting this. I didn’t want to hear her say it. Not when all I wanted to do was bask in the afterglow with her. But her body was tensing underneath me and her eyelashes fluttered—trying to take in everything. Her brain had gone straight back worrying, I could see it swirling in her eyes. Call me selfish; I couldn’t stay to hear her tell me this was a mistake.
I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and headed to the bathroom before she could notice my hands trembling.
I leaned against the basin, taking slow deep breaths. My head lifted and I caught my reflection in the mirror. Eyes red and bloodshot, sweat coating my entire body.
I’d just had the best sex of my life and I had a feeling that wasn’t the only way I was well and truly fucked.
32
FALLON
Ablack pug snorted a great big glob of green liquid straight out of its nose. It let out a few more loud sneezes as Rosie ran her stethoscope across its ribs, her face wrinkled in confusion.
She scratched the dog behind the ears as she draped the instrument around her shoulders, her eyes darting back to me, staring like I’d grown an extra limb.
‘Would you mind repeating that last bit for me? I think I had a stroke and blacked out.’
The scent of disinfectant and animal musk clouded my nostrils, making my skin itchy.
After three days of ignoring Rosie’s calls as I tried to gather my thoughts and command my brain not to think of Oliver and his magic dick twenty-four-seven, she had finally had enough. I got three messages this morning telling me that if I didn’t show my face at some point that day, she was calling her mother and getting her to perform one of her voodoo spells to get me out of my cave.
I knew Louise would do it in a heartbeat. Since havingseveral evil spirits chasing after me wasn’t in my plan, I’d decided to risk the itchy skin and stuffy nose and show up at the vet where Rosie had been pulling all night shifts.
I used my feet to propel me around on the office chair. Spinning in place, I stared up at the ceiling.
‘You heard me,’ I muttered.
‘You’re making me dizzy, stop spinning,’ Rosie called.
I was beginning to make myself feel sick, too. Reaching the nearest desk, I halted my momentum and let the world settle before my eyes.
Rosie lifted the snotty pug from the blue examination table, kissing him softly on the top of his head before she deposited him into one of the metal crates that lined the back wall, cooing softly to him.
Since it was eight o’clock in the evening, most of the animals in the crates were hunkered down for the night. Only a few let out soft whines and cries as Rosie passed them. Demanding attention.
Blue gloves still on her hands, Rosie got to work cleaning the bench. She threw the paper towel in the bin along with her gloves and marched over to me. Her blue scrubs were covered in tiny black hairs.
I stared at her makeup-less face, a natural blush staining her pale cheeks. Her bleached blonde locks were slicked against her head and tied into a tight bun at the base of her skull, making her expression seem even more severe.
I shrunk back in the chair, my lips flattened into a thin line, feeling like a kid caught with their hand in a biscuit tin.
You are twenty-eight years old.I reminded myself.
‘You slept with Oliver-motherfucking-Blake? Did those words come out of your mouth?’ Rosie eyed me carefully.
I bit my bottom lip. ‘They might have done.’
Straightening up, Rosie folded her arms across her chest. ‘Okay… start from the beginning, and if you leave anything out, I have a feral cat that I had to give eleven stitches earlier this evening; I’ll set him loose on you if you withhold any information.’
‘Why’d you need to give him eleven stitches?’ Whilst my attempt at deflection wasn’t great, I hadn’t been quick enough to block the clipboard Rosie whacked me with.
‘Ow.’ I rubbed my upper arm.
