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“I like that I don’t have to worry about it for seven years. And I’m a big fan of the ninety-nine percent effectiveness rate. I’m actually planning on having sex soon. Possibly this weekend.” I tell myself to stop there, but it’s too late. Now that the floodgates are open, there’s nothing to stem my rambling. “I just feel so behind all of my friends, you know? I mean, I’m almost twenty-one and I’m still a virgin.”
Doctor Sexy leans to his left to make eye contact with me.
Seriously, who gave him permission to be so freaking attractive?
“There’s nothing wrong with waiting to become sexually active,” he says softly. “Just because you have an IUD doesn’t mean that youhaveto have sex if you don’t feel ready. No one should pressure you into making that decision, not even yourself.”
“But that’s the thing,” I say. “I feel like I’vebeenready. Now I just want to get my first time out of the way so that I can move on and not feel so…left out.”
“It’s not supposed to be a race.” He pauses, squints. “You wouldn’t happen to be planning to have sex for the first time at one of those parties you mentioned earlier, would you?”
My pulse jumps. “Maybe… Why?”
“As your doctor, I would caution you against having sex somewhere you aren’t a hundred percent comfortable. Parties are a great way to meet people, but there’s a very good chance you’ll be interrupted. Add alcohol to the mix and you’re looking at a situation that can quickly spiral out of control.”
To be honest, I hadn’t really considered those points. I’m not technically old enough to drink, but I’ve been known to enjoy a beer or two on occasion. Nothing crazy or excessive. I’ll admit, the part about being interrupted makes sense, but I’ve seen people sneak off to hook up at almost every party I’ve been to.
“Just something to think about,” he says when I don’t respond.
He turns his attention back to the expedition taking place between my legs.
“The strings look good,” he says. “Your IUD appears to be in position. Unless you’re experiencing pain or excessive bleeding, I’d say you’re good to go. Just remember that an IUD doesn’t protect you from STIs, so you’ll still want to use condoms.”
“Will do.”
He covers my legs with the thin patient blanket and pulls off his gloves. “You can sit up now. You did very well, Natasha.”
“Thank you,” I tell him sincerely. It’s not often that I meet a man—especially a male doctor—who makes me feel validated instead of undermined or judged. The fact that he hasn’t asked about my diet or mentioned my weight even once is downright refreshing. “And thanks for the advice, by the way. I really appreciate it.”
“Of course.” He lays a comforting hand on my knee, squeezing gently, before rolling over to his computer to input some information. “That should be everything for today. If you experience any discomfort or bleeding, or you’re unable to feel your strings at any point in the future, feel free to come back.”
Moving with efficiency, he tidies up the counter, picks up his laptop, and heads for the door.
“You’re good to check out now,” he says. “It was nice meeting you, Natasha.”
“Thanks, Doctor…” I rack my brain for his name and come up empty. “Actually, I don’t think I caught your name.”
His thick brows shoot up as though he hadn’t realized his error.
“Forgive me. I’m Dr. Ransom.” He offers me his hand to shake, and I take it.
“Dr. Ransom.” I repeat his name, as though there’s any legitimate risk of ever forgetting the name of the first man who put his head between my thighs. My breath hitches at the mental image.
For God’s sake, he’s your doctor. Stop being weird.
He’s still holding my hand when he says, “Enjoy your summer, Natasha. And think about what I said. You’re already making smart choices. Trust your gut to know what’s right foryou. Forget about everyone else.”
“I’ll try,” I tell him.
His words echo through my mind long after he’s left the exam room.
You’re already making smart choices. Trust your gut…
Getting an IUDwasa smart choice. As long as I stick to my plans and don’t take any unnecessary risks, there’s no reason I can’t have the kind of summer I’ve been dreaming about.
A fun, flirty,sexysummer.
Thankfully, the hard part is over now. All that’s left is to help Ollie convince his dad to let us move into the lake house.
