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You want it to be.
The thought made me snort, and the person ahead of me glanced over their shoulder.
I held up my phone and grinned. “Can you believe the crap they put on the internet these days?” Before they could engage me in conversation I was not interested in, I gestured over their shoulder. “Line is moving.”
They turned back, and everyone moved up.
I found it so ironic that one of the main reasons I went to Sweden was for some freedom, and I came home feeling more restrained than before.
But no one here knew that, and they never would.
What happened in Sweden stayed in Sweden… and that’s just the way it had to be.
* * *
“Mr. Sinclair,”my adviser greeted the second my knuckles rapped on the partially open door.
I stuck my head into the room before pushing the wood the rest of the way and smiled. “I told you to call me Win.”
The older man laughed from behind his glass-topped desk. “That you did,” he allowed, waving for me to come in. “Good to see you, Win. It appears Sweden treated you well.”
“It was definitely an experience I will never forget,” I said, dropping into the chair opposite his.
“Oh? What was your favorite thing about studying abroad?”
The dick.I cleared my throat at the immediate and overly confident assertion inside my head. For real, though. Who was that in there?
Aware Professor Miller was waiting for my reply, I cleared my throat and repeated his question, buying some time.
Not that it did any good because that hard-earned spare moment when I was supposed to be coming up with something appropriate to say was taken over by flashes of white-blond hair, whimpers in the dark, and crystalline eyes that burned hotter than dry ice.
Blinking away the memories, I smiled. “Experiencing a new culture, of course. Plus, their more relaxed pace was a nice change. Did you know they have fika every day? They literally shut down everything for a coffee break in the middle of the day.”
“You certainly do seem more relaxed than in our previous meetings,” he observed.
Yeah, because of the dick.
What the hell was up with me today? Was I horny? Maybe I needed to get laid.
Before I could follow along the trail of those thoughts, I was thankfully diverted.
“I’m sure you are curious as to why I asked for this meeting,” Prof. Miller said, sliding a folder in front of him and opening the cover.
I nodded. “Is there a problem with my schedule? All the classes I chose this semester support my major.”
“Yes, I saw that. Your course selection looks great. It’s good to see you getting the biochemistry lab out of the way.”
I grabbed my earlobe, giving it a brief tug. “So…” I left the sentence open-ended, encouraging him to get on with it.
“I’m afraid there is another issue.”
“Which is?”
“You are behind on your clinical hours.”
He was right. My time in Sweden gave me many advantages and credits that would look good on my future resume, but the one drawback was now I was behind on clinicals.
I nodded. “I planned to make them up and then some over the summer with an internship. I’ve already started applying to a few places.”
