The moaning.
The groaning.
The thrusting.
The taste of her pussy.
The out of this world fucking.
The sound of our skin slapping together.
And then I remember she skipped out on me the next day.
Normally I don’t care, but there’s something about Avery that makes me want more. I felt a connection with her, and I know she did too. We meshed together in every way possible, and not just between the sheets. In amongst our marathon fuckfest, we had a deep and meaningful conversation that left me wanting more. I’ve never felt that before, and then she gave me my first taste of being fucked and chucked.
Shaking my head, I realize she’s been talking but I have no clue about what she just said. Nodding my head, so I don’t look like a complete idiot, I step to the side of the bed and place my hand on her calf, lifting up the ice pack. The spark that was there the other weekend when we touched is gone. I deflate a little on the inside, I really thought there was something between us, I guess there isn’t anything there after all. Before I get a chance to ask a question, the curtain is pulled back. “Seriously, Bay, you are such a klutz at times.”
That voice. My skins prickles at the sound of that melodic voice. My head snaps up and I spin around. For the second time in as many minutes, my mouth drops open in disbelief.
“Flynn.”
“Avery.”
We both say at the same time.
“Wwww…what are you doing here?” she stammers, her cheeks flushing as she stares at me.
“I work here.” My eyes rake over her body. It seems my memory deceived me, Avery is more fucking gorgeous than I remember.
We continue to stare at one another. The intensity in her gaze causes my mind to flit back to our fucktastic night together.
Her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Her skin glistening with sweat.
Her gorgeous legs wrapped around my waist.
Her beautiful tits that fit perfectly in my hands.
The sexy sound she makes as she crashes over the orgasmic cliff.
My cock twitches at the memory.
The sound of her doppelgängers voice snaps me back to the present. “You two know each other?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
We each say.
We continue to stare at one another. I can’t believe it's her. I’m being highly unprofessional right at this moment by ignoring my patient, but Avery is here. My Avery is standing in cubicle three. She’s in front of me, in the flesh, but she’s also lying on the bed beside me.
What the fuck?
My eyes dart back and forth between the two of them as I try and process this. A shrill voice breaks the silence, “Oh My God, you two totally fucked,” comes from the Avery look-alike on the bed.
“Baylor, keep it down, we’re in a hospital,” Avery snarls. The girl in the bed sticks her tongue out at Avery. “Grow up, Sis, and have some class for God’s sake. People don’t need to hear you spouting this crap.”
“Says the one who fucked Dr. Hottie McHotterson over here.” She flicks her head in my direction. Her eyes wander over me and check me out from head to toe. It gives me the shivers and not in the good way. Her sister on the other hand, her sister causes my body to come alive just from her proximity. The woman in the bed, Baylor, her sister, licks her lips, but movement in my peripheral vision snaps my attention back over to Avery, beautiful shy Avery. She’s my polar opposite in every way but I’m drawn to her like a magnet, by a force I cannot explain.
“Please ignore my sister,” Avery says, as she steps closer to the end of the bed…and me. “She must have bumped her head as well as rolled her ankle.” She lifts her hand and presses down on the ice pack covering her sister’s ankle.
“Ouch, you bitch,” Baylor whines, her face wincing in pain.
Glancing at the chart in my hands to calm myself, I look to my patient. “Baylor—”
“Bay,” she interrupts and bats her eyelashes at me, clearly showing no respect for her sister. She totally knows something went on between us, yet she still flirts with me.
Ignoring her, I go on, “Baylor, I’m Dr. Kelly. Can you tell me what happened?”
She begins to speak but my eyes are locked on Avery. She’s fucking gorgeous, I don’t think I have ever met someone as stunning as her. Her shyness has returned and she’s fidgeting by the end of the bed. Suddenly, I hear Baylor and I realize, once again, I didn’t hear a word of what she just said. “Let’s take a look,” I interrupt her.
Placing the chart on the bed, I lift the ice pack and stare at her ankle. Her very swollen, bruised, and possibly broken ankle. Reaching out, I lightly touch her foot. She flinches and groans but the doctor in me knows she’s exaggerating. “We’ll get an X-ray and once we know what we’re dealing with, we can go from there.”
Exiting the cubicle, I walk over to the nurses’ station and request an X-ray. I’ve just signed the X-ray request form when my skin prickles. I feel her approaching, turning around, I watch and stare as Avery hesitantly walks toward me. “Flynn, I’m—”
Shaking my head, I interrupt, “Not here and it’s fine,” I snap, harsher than I intended. She immediately shrinks into herself and I feel like a major dick. “Look, Avery. It’s fine. If you’d prefer another doctor for your sister, I’m happy to do so. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Where the fuck did that come from? I don’t normally give a shit if someone is uncomfortable, but I really care about this woman and her feelings. She has me acting like a lovesick fool. Once again, I realize I tuned out and missed what she said. “Sorry, can you repeat that?”
She stares blankly at me. “There’s no need to swap. It will just piss Bay off and a pissed-off Bay is never a good thing.”
“Your sister, seems…nice,” I say.
She knows I’m lying. “Mmmhmpf. That’s not how I’d describe her but then again, I know my twin better than anyone.” We continue to stare at one another. Everyone and everything around us fades into the background. My eyes are focused on the angel before me. The air around us zinging with electricity, just like it did three weeks ago. “Flynn, can we get a coffee sometime? It’s the least I can do aft…”
“After you left me high and dry after our fucking amazing night together?” I say, arching my eyebrows.
She laughs, “Yeah, something like that.” She steps toward me, rests her arm on my forearm, and lowers her voice. “I’m sorry I left how I did. I’m not normally that rude, but I’ve never done what we did before. In the reality of the daylight, I kinda freaked out.”
“I was upset to find you gone when I woke up.” Her face deflates. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“How are you comforting me, when I’m the one…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, she leaves it hanging. We stare at one another. All I see is Avery; shy gorgeous Avery. It’s just the two of us, even though we are standing in the middle of the ER. That connection, that chemistry from the tavern and that night is still present. My eyes are locked on hers, my gaze bores deep into her soul. This woman who is the complete opposite to me has me wrapped around her finger. I’d do anything for more time with her. The saying opposites attract comes to mind and I’m one-hundred-percent attracted to her and definitely her opposite. I’m confident she’s attracted to me too, but she’s scared and I’m going to have to take control of the situation at hand.