Summer
I can’t believe this.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I scowled at the man who nudged me for the third time in the direction of the hallway where the half asleep nurse had disappeared. I elbowed him back, hard, and he looked down at me as if I was the one out of my mind. As if I was the one who had flipped her shît in the middle of the bed where we could’ve been nàked and pleasuring each other at this very second. But here we were. He had practically dragged me off the bed and without further ado he had slipped the t-shirt that God knows from where he got, covering me and the sexy nighty I had worn for him in the hopes of it getting rip off my body.
But did that happen? No. It fûcking didn’t.
Here I was following the nurse to the doctor’s cabin with my husband looking disgru
