Page 202 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Before I could start on crepe number two, my cell phone chimed in my pocket with a message. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen to find a text from Scott.

Scott: What’s your address?

Me: Not telling you.

Somehow, we’d gotten started playing this game where I refused to tell him where I lived. I wasn’t sure why I was holding on so strong, but I think it was mostly the fact that he’d shown an early interest in stalking.

Or that stubbornness your mom and Jean-Pierre are talking about.

Scott: What if I wanted to send you flowers?

Me: I don’t want flowers.

Scott: What if I wanted to send you balloons or a teddy bear or one of those cute boxes of chocolates?

Me: I don’t want any of those either.

Scott: What if I wanted to send you pancakes?

Me: I don’t need pancakes today. I’m currently eating crepes with Nutella and whipped cream at my mom’s place.

Scott: What about tomorrow? I bet you’ll want pancakes tomorrow…

The tricky bastard. He was trying to play dirty.

Me: Probably not. I’ll probably have leftover crepes to tide me over. :)

Take that, buddy.

Which it was actually the truth. No doubt, my mother had probably already packed up a to-go box for me before we even sat down to eat.

Scott: You’re impossible. Can I see you today?

Me: Are you in need of the sex?

Scott: I always need the sex.

“Are you in need of the sex?” My mother’s voice pulled my attention from my phone, and I hadn’t even realized she’d been reading the entire conversation.

Holy hell.

“Why are you reading my text messages?” I asked. She was less than concerned with the fact that she was a little sneaky eavesdropper.

And she ignored my question completely. “Just friends, huh?” She grinned. “It looks like a little more than just friends to me…”

“Fine,” I said on an exasperated sigh. “We’re friends with benefits. You know, where we’re friends and we do the sex, but we’re not committed to one another.”

“So, technically, you could have sex with someone else if you wanted to?”

“Yes,” I answered, even though the idea of having sex with someone who wasn’t Scott sounded about as appealing as going on another first date with Barron the Bore.

“And so could he?”

Oh God. Scott having sex with someone else?

I hated how much I hated that thought.

“Uh…” I swallowed the discomfort down and forced the word, “Yes,” from my lips.