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Authors: Elle Casey
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Orgasms are great pain relievers, by the way.”
I’m left with my mouth hanging open as she shuts the door behind both herself and one of the nurses who follows her out; the stupid wench is still giggling out in the hallway. The other one who stayed in the room is fishing around in a drawer, flipping through papers with her back to me. I can’t look at Colin, so I stare at the wall that has a poster of a woman’s vagina on it.
My alleged boyfriend clears his throat.
“Don’t say a word,” I growl. I’m biting the inside of my cheeks now, trying to keep from saying anything else. I’m pretty certain I’ve said enough for one day.
“Who me?” Colin asks. “Oh, believe me. I’m not saying anything. Not one word. I’m afraid.”
I look at him. It’s impossible not to. He’s barely holding in a laugh.
“I don’t see what’s so funny.” I’m trying to hold onto my anger, but his stupid beet-red face is making it very difficult. He’s way cuter when he’s not trying to be.
Then he starts laughing hysterically, and I change my mind. He’s not cute at all.
He has to bend over and hold his stomach, he’s so out of control. The nurse hands him the paper she was searching for and leaves the room, but he keeps right on laughing, the paper flapping around as he waves his arm.
“What? What is so funny?” I really wish he’d step closer to the table. I seriously want to slap him now. I’m pretty sure he’s laughing at me and that just makes me mad all over again.
He finally gets control of himself and then stands up straight. After taking a big breath and letting it out, he stares me right in the face and tells me what got him so worked up.
“Have you ever seen an angry penguin before? Because I have.”
He runs out of the room before I can get off the table.
CHAPTER EIGHT
COLIN BRINGS ME HOME, THE mood in the car significantly subdued from what it was on our trip over. My head is spinning with the events of the day. I go for weeks without doing anything, sitting on that couch and trying to forget my life, and then in less then twenty-four hours I have doo hitting the fan, a new friend, and Colin. Colin no longer acting weird around me. Colin being my hero. Colin making me feel like I’m on a roller coaster I can’t get off of. Colin calling me an angry penguin. Right now, all I want to do is sleep.
Luckily, Rebel jumps on his butt as soon as we get in. “I need you to get on that GTO.”
“I know,” Colin says, “I just need to …”
“Now.” Rebel disappears behind a big old truck that’s getting worked on.
The jaw muscle twitches in Colin’s cheek, so I know he’s mad, but he doesn’t argue. “You going to be okay?” he asks me.
“Yes, of course.” I start to walk away.
“Here,” he says, catching up to me. “Do what this says.”
I take the white paper from him - instructions about how to care for round ligament pain. I feel like balling it up and throwing it on the floor, but I don’t.
Leaving the guys to their car repairs, I go up the stairs. I want to think of nothing, but my head keeps wanting to twist to the right and look at Colin. Maybe he’ll be looking at me too. Or maybe he won’t. I don’t want to know. Either scenario is bad news. My eyes remain forward and I focus on dealing with my next obstacle: Teagan and Quin. The dynamic duo of pains in my butt.
I open the door and peek inside. No one’s in the living room. My heart lightens at the idea of getting to bed early. It’s dinner time, but I’m not hungry. Maybe I got lucky and they went out somewhere.
I sneak in quietly, taking a quick potty break before claiming the couch. After putting out my sheet and unfolding my blankets, I settle down on my side, resting my giant baby bump on the cushion. My eyes close in blissful silence. Thank God, I’m finally alone.
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I’m left with my mouth hanging open as she shuts the door behind both herself and one of the nurses who follows her out; the stupid wench is still giggling out in the hallway. The other one who stayed in the room is fishing around in a drawer, flipping through papers with her back to me. I can’t look at Colin, so I stare at the wall that has a poster of a woman’s vagina on it.
My alleged boyfriend clears his throat.
“Don’t say a word,” I growl. I’m biting the inside of my cheeks now, trying to keep from saying anything else. I’m pretty certain I’ve said enough for one day.
“Who me?” Colin asks. “Oh, believe me. I’m not saying anything. Not one word. I’m afraid.”
I look at him. It’s impossible not to. He’s barely holding in a laugh.
“I don’t see what’s so funny.” I’m trying to hold onto my anger, but his stupid beet-red face is making it very difficult. He’s way cuter when he’s not trying to be.
Then he starts laughing hysterically, and I change my mind. He’s not cute at all.
He has to bend over and hold his stomach, he’s so out of control. The nurse hands him the paper she was searching for and leaves the room, but he keeps right on laughing, the paper flapping around as he waves his arm.
“What? What is so funny?” I really wish he’d step closer to the table. I seriously want to slap him now. I’m pretty sure he’s laughing at me and that just makes me mad all over again.
He finally gets control of himself and then stands up straight. After taking a big breath and letting it out, he stares me right in the face and tells me what got him so worked up.
“Have you ever seen an angry penguin before? Because I have.”
He runs out of the room before I can get off the table.
CHAPTER EIGHT
COLIN BRINGS ME HOME, THE mood in the car significantly subdued from what it was on our trip over. My head is spinning with the events of the day. I go for weeks without doing anything, sitting on that couch and trying to forget my life, and then in less then twenty-four hours I have doo hitting the fan, a new friend, and Colin. Colin no longer acting weird around me. Colin being my hero. Colin making me feel like I’m on a roller coaster I can’t get off of. Colin calling me an angry penguin. Right now, all I want to do is sleep.
Luckily, Rebel jumps on his butt as soon as we get in. “I need you to get on that GTO.”
“I know,” Colin says, “I just need to …”
“Now.” Rebel disappears behind a big old truck that’s getting worked on.
The jaw muscle twitches in Colin’s cheek, so I know he’s mad, but he doesn’t argue. “You going to be okay?” he asks me.
“Yes, of course.” I start to walk away.
“Here,” he says, catching up to me. “Do what this says.”
I take the white paper from him - instructions about how to care for round ligament pain. I feel like balling it up and throwing it on the floor, but I don’t.
Leaving the guys to their car repairs, I go up the stairs. I want to think of nothing, but my head keeps wanting to twist to the right and look at Colin. Maybe he’ll be looking at me too. Or maybe he won’t. I don’t want to know. Either scenario is bad news. My eyes remain forward and I focus on dealing with my next obstacle: Teagan and Quin. The dynamic duo of pains in my butt.
I open the door and peek inside. No one’s in the living room. My heart lightens at the idea of getting to bed early. It’s dinner time, but I’m not hungry. Maybe I got lucky and they went out somewhere.
I sneak in quietly, taking a quick potty break before claiming the couch. After putting out my sheet and unfolding my blankets, I settle down on my side, resting my giant baby bump on the cushion. My eyes close in blissful silence. Thank God, I’m finally alone.
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