sounds good, Wes.”
“Don’t give up hope. You’re going to be the best damn doctor out there. What are you thinking about doing? I wanted to be a gynecologist when I was younger, so I could see endless vaginas. Then my mom mentioned how those sexy vaginas can change, and I’d probably be dealing with old women, STDs and discharge. Then vaginas weren’t that interesting anymore. I decided it was best to stick to banking.”
“You’re crazy. Of course you’d want to be a gynecologist.” I giggled for a few seconds. “I’m thinking of general practice. I’d like to eventually have my own office to work out of wherever I decided to settle.”
“Dr. Healy. It has a nice ring to it.”
“CEO Wesley Parrish. It sounds so formal.”
“What can I say? I was born for the title.”
The room was quiet after that. I could hear the house creaking, and a drip coming from his master bathroom. “Thanks again for this, Wes.”
He reached over and touched my nose with his fingertip. “Don’t mention it. I happen to like you being here with me. Can I ask you something personal before you go to sleep?”
“I don’t fart in bed.” I truly assumed that’s what it was.
“It’s about your teacher. How long did it take for you to sleep with him? Was it fast?”
It was personal, but for some reason I didn’t mind sharing. I wasn’t embarrassed about the length because I knew it wasn’t rushed. “A month I think. I kept telling him no. Eventually it happened. It was planned since he had to sneak around to see me. It wasn’t spontaneous.”
“I’m glad you made him wait.”
“I’m not easy. He just knew how to manipulate me. If I hadn’t let my guard down I wouldn’t be here today.”
“I’m glad you’re here. I hate the circumstances, but I’m happy I get to spend time with you.” He reached over and took my hand, bringing it up to his lips. “I have one week to convince you I’m worth your time.”
I was already convinced the possibilities of wanting more from Wes were great. He knew me, and as much as I wanted to deny it for the sake of my situation, though I knew it was inevitable. “Six days.”
“Today counted? Damn, I wanted a fresh start.”
I nestled my body closer, my lips brushing over his lightly. The kiss was fast but meaningful. “Six days. You better make them memorable.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. When my six days are up you might be the one begging to stay.”
I wasn’t convinced he could make it happen, but decided to appease him. If nothing else I appreciated I wouldn’t have to figure things out on my own. I’d have his support, since I knew my parents would only make matters ten times worse.
I awoke the next morning and took in my surroundings. Beside me was the most handsome specimen. I readjusted and turned to watch him sleeping. While in my relationship with James I lacked the little things most couples were able to do, like being able to spend the night together. He’d always left to go home to his wife. Being here with Wes, in his home, it was nice to say the least. I could appreciate the difference immediately. I didn’t have to hide. I wouldn’t be called a whore or the other woman. We weren’t sinning to be together, at least not like I was with James. No vows were being broken.
This was what real, normal people did. This was what it would be like if I let Wes in; if I gave him the chance he desperately wanted.
Then came the reminder of my pregnancy. I hustled from the bed, finding the toilet bowl before spewing inside.
I heard footsteps behind me then, out of the corner of my eyes, spotted him crouching down at my side. His hand came up on my back. “You okay?”
“Morning sickness,” I said in between spits.”
Wes stood up and got me a warm washcloth. “Can I do anything else?”
“No. I’m sorry I woke you.”
“Stop apologizing.”
“Wes,” I sat down on my butt next to the toilet. “Don’t you see how this can’t happen between us? Look at me. Really look at me. I’m pregnant with another man’s child. My life is in California. This is the real me. You can’t keep putting me on some imaginary pedestal.”
“I’m not. I see you. All of you. I’m still here. It’s day two. Six days. That’s what you said. Don’t go back on your