42. Savannah
forty-two
Savannah
My phone buzzes in my pocket, sending my heart racing.
I’m on the overnight shift while Nico is away. It’s exhausting, but I’d rather be working than in bed alone. I really freaking miss him. Sleeping alone was once my favorite pastime, but not anymore. Now, I hate sleeping in bed without Nico.
I still haven’t answered him about moving in. I want to, but it feels too soon.
A part of me expected Nico to be pushier about moving in, but he’s been incredibly sweet and patient. We haven’t spoken directly about why I’m hesitant, but I think he understands I need to clear things up with Charlotte first.
Aside from the one text a few days ago, Charlotte still won’t talk to me. Not that I blame her. I don’t know how I’d handle it if she dated my ex. Bradley pops into my head. I would definitely be upset if she dated that egotistical tool. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.
I shove all thoughts of Charlotte and Bradley out of my head and swipe open my phone.
My message is a picture. An incredibly hot picture of a shirtless Nico lying in bed, with his bottom lip popped out into a sexy pout.
His black hair falls over his piercing gray eyes, and his golden-tanned skin and tattoos are a dark contrast to the white sheets of his hotel bed.
He looks delectable as ever, and my body agrees.
Like they say on my favorite island dating show, my fanny flutters.
Baseball Boy: Sleeping alone is overrated.
You miss me, baseball boy?
Baseball Boy: Me and my dick miss you.
My face flames reading his text. I don’t know how he gets my body to react the way it does, but I hope it never ends. I’m addicted to the butterflies in my stomach and the sense of falling each time he touches me.
I press my phone to my chest and look over my shoulder to make sure my residents are busy, then rush off towards the supply closet—the same one Nico and I fooled around in. Slamming the door shut, I shove the mop and water bucket aside and type out my response.
I’m not sure how to respond to that while I’m at work.
Baseball Boy: You respond by telling me you miss me too and can’t wait to ride my dick when I get home.
I miss you and your big dick too.
Baseball boy: Love that you mentioned how big my dick is.
Don’t get cocky, baseball boy.
Baseball Boy: I’m always cocky for you.
I know. I kind of like you cocky for me.
Baseball Boy: I kind of like everything about you.
You do?
Baseball boy: Abso-fucking-lutely.
I like everything about you too.
Baseball boy: I also like how wet your pussy gets when I bury my face between your legs and eat. I like how sweet and tangy your cum tastes on my tongue. And I especially like when you scream my name as you come on my cock.
I stifle a moan tickling the back of my throat.
“Doctor Winters!”
A fist knocks on the door, scaring the crap out of me, and I fumble my phone. I watch in slow motion as it slips from my fingers and lands with a plop into the disgustingly dirty bucket of soapy water in front of me.
“Dammit!”
“Dr. Winters, are you okay?” the panicked voice asks.
“What?” I bark as I yank open the door to find a wide-eyed first-year resident. I’d feel bad for yelling at Robin if I hadn’t just lost my cell to a bowl of germ, blood, and stool stew.
“I’m s-sorry to bother you, Doctor Winters. But there’s just been an emergency call. Mass shooting at an outdoor movie night. I’m afraid it’s all hands-on deck,” Robin stammers.
My ire disappears in a flash.
“Children?” I ask.
She nods, eyes glassy.
Fuck. “Alright, let’s get ready. I want you with me the entire time.”
I don’t bother glancing back at my phone as I bark orders to everyone working on the floor. All that matters is saving as many lives as I can.
I just hope Nico doesn’t freak out when he can’t reach me.