faint. It happens quickly and I’m never in pain, and it’s not life-threatening according to the doctor at school. He said everyone handles stress differently.”
“Are you flunking out of school, Jenny?” Luke took her hand in his. His face had gone from annoyance to what appeared to be real concern.
“No. I’m doing well,” she said, enjoying the Luke’s touch that was doing strange things to her libido. She didn’t want him feeling sorry for her, but the words were out before she could take them back. “They started when my dad died.”
Luke squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry. I’ve been doing nothing but adding to your stress with my talk about your mom and my dad. I had no idea you had anxiety issues.”
“I don’t have anxiety issues, just something that happens to me once in a while. Nothing to worry about.”
“That may be what your doctor at school told you, but I think you owe it to yourself have a complete physical. Also,” Adam added, his tone professional, “talking about the death of a loved one to someone trained in that area is pretty normal.”
“I’m not a doctor,” Justin said, sitting next to Jenny, “but that sounds like real good advice. You’re too young to be having migraines.”
“I don’t think my age has anything to do with it. Like my doctor said, everyone handles stress or maybe I should say, life, differently.” Jenny took her hand from Luke’s and sat up. “Now, after what you told my mother, I guess she expects me to stay the night.”
“I guess she does.” Justin laughed. “Lucky for you I just put clean sheets on my bed this morning.”
“I’ll sleep on the sofa. I’m not taking your bed.”
“I want you in my bed,” Justin said smoothly. “You’re not sleeping on the sofa.”
“But where are you going to sleep?” Jenny asked, lowering her eyes.
Justin smiled. “Well, I could sleep with you. But on top of the covers of course. And where Luke and Adam sleep is up to them.”
“It’s a pretty big bed,” Luke said, giving Adam a knowing smile.
“The patient needs her rest,” Adam said with a frown. “We should probably just go home.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Luke said, standing up from the bed. “Except I’m not leaving her here alone with Justin.”
“Oh, really,” Justin said, his eyes resting on Jenny. “And why is that?”
Jenny closed her eyes against her own thoughts. It was a crazy idea and even crazier that she was actually considering letting the three of them curl up in bed with her. She wanted them. Cursing herself for her own weakness, she opened her eyes.
The three of them were staring at her. Slowly, she reached for the buttons on her dress and began to slowly undo one and then the other. She saw Luke’s jaw drop. She had worked hard to keep this side of her personality suppressed since she and Michael had split up. He had brought out a wanton side of her that had not only surprised her but made her uncomfortable until he had eased her fears. It still hurt a little when she thought about the end of their relationship. It had been mutual, but nevertheless, it had still been painful.
“Jenny,” Luke said, his eyes on her dress that now gaped open to expose her lacy white bra. “As much as I want to, I mean we want to, there’s no way I can take advantage of you like this. You’re probably still suffering the effects of the migraine.”
“Do you really think so, Luke?” she asked, swinging her legs off the bed. Standing in front of him, she continued to unbutton the dress until, with a shrug, it fell off her body. “I feel just fine.”
“You look just fine, too,” Adam breathed out, his eyes glued to her half-naked body. “You’re beautiful, Jenny, but Luke’s right. We can’t take advantage of you.”
“More than beautiful,” Justin said from where he still sat on the bed.
She found her courage waning. What if they really didn’t want her? What if they were just being nice to her and
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