Page 77 of Slow Burn

“When’s the last time you left Landmere for a fuck?” Nash casually asked because that’s how it used to be. Elijah had casual sex, but now sleeping with someone who wasn’t Georgia made his stomach knot.

And fuck, what if in the past couple of weeks, she had been on more dates?

What if she slept with someone else?

“Can you not even remember?” Nash laughed. “That’s why you’ve been a bigger asshole than normal. You need to fuck someone.”

“My sex life is fine, thank you very much,” Elijah snapped. Though it didn’t slip by him that ever since he met Georgia, he hasn’t slept with anyone else.

Nash frowned. “If I ever say my sex life is fine, please just take me out to the pasture.”

“Get the fuck out of my office.” Elijah couldn’t deal with his friend anymore.

“I think this has to do with the fine sex you are having,” Nash goaded him as he got out of the chair.

“Trust me.” Elijah went back to looking at his computer screen, unable to meet Georgia’s older brother's gaze, who was his friend. “You don’t want to know about the last time I fucked. It would make your threesome affinity pale in comparison.”

“You are my hero,” Nash saluted him before leaving his office.

Elijah dropped his head to his hands.

Nash would not call him a hero if he knew Elijah took Georgia’s virginity.

Fuck, he missed her.

Two weeks was a lifetime when it came to not talking to her.

He pulled out his phone.

Elijah: I can’t stop thinking about you

Yes, the text was forwarded, but it was the damn truth.

But she didn’t respond back, and he wasn’t surprised.

Georgia deserved better than a midnight text saying he missed her.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get off shift. Elijah had an idea that would put him back in her good graces.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SEVEN

DESPERATE TIMES, DESPERATE measures and all.

Which was why Elijah was in the waiting room at Landmere Family Practice.

That’s right.

In a moment of despair over needing to see her, he booked a physical with his favorite doctor. Which he had to pay for out of pocket since his last physical was six months ago. But again, desperate times.

Finally, his name was called.

Elijah stood and followed the nurse through the hallway to the examination room.

“Hi, I’m Marquis,” the nurse introduced himself. “Didn’t we see you at the beginning of the year?”

“Uh-huh, in February.”