I frown. “I’m sorry.”
“His care was completely mismanaged,” Sasha goes on. “It took him a long time to even get diagnosed, and then it seemed like we were being shuffled from one rude doctor to another. I want to become the one doctor who could have helped him.”
I take a long sip of my coffee. “Christ, Sasha… That’s a terrible story.”
She’s tearing up now. Shit, I hate it when girls cry. I never know what the hell to do.
So I kiss her.
Five minutes later, we’re ripping each other’s clothes off in the deserted medical student locker room. It’s been alongtime for me. I can’t get enough of Sasha’s bare skin and her tiny, sexy body shoved against me. She smells like flowers and coffee. For some reason, the smell of coffee is turning me on—go figure.
“Condom?” Sasha whispers between kisses.
“Yeah, hang on…” I mutter. I grab my abandoned jeans and retrieve my wallet from the back pocket. Ever since high school, I always carry an emergency condom. I’m careful to replace the condom after I use it, which has sadly been a rare occasion lately.
The sex is quick, but (in my humble opinion) pretty damn good. With everything I put into my studying lately, I don’t have the stamina for a marathon. And especially not on the cold, hard floor of the locker room. When it’s over, I toss the condom in the garbage. If anyone sees it there, they’re going to be pretty amused.
Then we get dressed in silence. I watch Sasha doing up the buttons on her blouse with her tiny little fingers while I grin like an idiot. I can’t help myself—that was so awesome.
But this is just sex to her. Nothing more. Just a release for two people who have done nothing but study for a full month.
59
I’m sittingon my bed studying (what else?) when Abe stomps into our shared bedroom. The first thing he does is accidentally knock over the stack of books next to the bed, and the texts go flying all over the floor. Typical.
“Hulk smash,” I say.
Abe doesn’t crack a smile like he usually does when I make that joke. He sighs loudly and flops down on his bed. Then he stares up at the ceiling like a hormonal teenager. “It’s hopeless,” he mutters.
“Heather?” I ask.
He nods. “I can’t take it anymore. Seriously.”
I don’t get it. “What’s so great about her anyway?”
Abe rolls onto his side and frowns at me. “What’s so great about Sasha?”
Shit, I didn’t know he knew about me and Sasha. He’s more observant than I gave him credit for.
“That’s nothing,” I say, which is the truth. Sasha would never let it be any more than that.
He sighs and rolls back the other way. “She’s great, that’s all. And her boyfriend is a total asshole who doesn’t appreciate her.”
I hate to see my roommate suffering this way.
“Okay,” I say. “You know what you do?”
Abe sits up, all eager for my advice. I get the sense he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with girls.
“You kiss her,” I say.
His eyes widen. “I can’t do that, Mason!”
“Why not?”
“It’s a violation of her space,” he says.
Oh, Christ.
