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Me: Yes sir zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I smiled and put my phone on silent on the bedside table, found my water bottle blessedly half-full and drank it dry.
I woke up the next morning cuddling my water bottle. I blinked at the light coming in the doors. I hadn’t pulled the curtains across, and now this was my punishment for making out with boys in the middle of the night and sending sexy photos.
Wait, not boys—making out with Tom, all grown up and all man.
Holy shit, what had I done?I licked my dry lips and sat up. This was Tom, a dear friend. Had I ruined everything with my drunken kiss and over-confident texting?
That kiss. I flopped back on my bed, a moan escaping my lips. Thinking about it caused a pulse between my legs.
Come to think of it, my dreams last night had been heated, half focussed but definitely had featured Tom and his kisses.
Oh god, I had a crush on my best friend’s little brother.
My next-door neighbour.
What was I bloody well doing?
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TOM
Tom’s unsent letters:
Dear Rosie,
I’m fuckin wasted LOL
Trying to write this after five beers and whisky shots. I am out of my head.
Saw you today. Mum found out somehow that I wagged. She’s pissed, but I’ve had too much to drink that I don’t care.
I was going to talk to you, but I saw this guy kiss you. I was wrong. Not brave. Couldn’t talk to you and tell you how I feel because that’s a dick move. If you wanted me, you knew where I was and I never heard from you.
I’m letting you go, Rosie. I’m not going to be that guy who begs. I’m going to do another whisky shot and try to forget you. Kinda hoping the alcohol is wiping you from my head, if that is even possible.
I’m going to hate you a little bit, fair warning but …
As always, I wish you the world and everything else.
Tom Cat
Dr Harry had bought the medical practice over a month ago and with Stacey’s design skills, the surgery looked great.
I led Ainslee to a couple of new waiting room chairs near two toddlers playing in a space by a wall with artwork of a gum tree with baby Australian animals crawling over the branches.
“Ugh, the cramps are ferocious today. I hope nothing is wrong.”
Was it a miscarriage? Or was her period a day late? Fingers crossed, it is the latter.
“Have you got something for them? Ibuprofen?” I mentally kicked myself for not bringing anything like that. My sisters were always searching for ibuprofen when shark week was on.
“I do, but I haven’t taken anything. Just in case for the doctor’s appointment.”
Soon, Dr Harry called us into his office and introduced himself. Somehow in the chaos of a T Party, Ainslee and Dr Harry hadn’t met. Harry then shook my hand, and we all sat.
“So, I think I’m pregnant as my period was a day late, but I started bleeding this morning,” Ainslee declared.
