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Brandon’s shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I thought we could open them together.”
I stuffed the letter back in my pocket, pulling him into another hug. “That sounds like a great plan. I’ll let you know when I get off of work so you can come over and we can see if I got mine.”
There was no hesitation. Brandon leaned in and placed a quick peck against my lips before pulling back. His cheeks were pink before he waved and made his way out of the store. I looked at my watch and hurried into the pharmacy before I was really late.
“Oh, you two have itbad,” Rebecca teased the second I walked in the door.
I could only roll my eyes because she wasn’t wrong.
Chapter 16
Brandon
Tonight was the night. I was finally going to get to be with Andrew. That was if he got his test results. There was no way that he hadn’t. Something crazy would have to had to have happened with the mail if not.
I paced around in my living room, waiting for my cell phone to go off with a message that he was heading home from work. My phone went off, but it was a number I didn’t recognize, so I let it go to voicemail. If it was important enough, they’d leave a message.
When the little voicemail icon appeared, I pressed the button to listen to it.
“Hello Mr. Davis, this is Haven Health Center calling regarding your test results. We’d like to discuss them with you. If you could call us back at your earliest convenience, it would be greatly appreciated.”
My heart stopped.
I never got a call about my results. I always just received the letter showing that everything was clear. What was differentthis time?
With shaking fingers, I looked up the number for the clinic and called them back. They connected me to a nurse almost immediately, which did nothing to settle my anxiety.
“Good afternoon, can I have you please verify your name and date of birth?”
My throat closed off, and I wanted to cry. This could be nothing, but it didn’t feel like nothing. I gave the nurse the information she needed and waited while I listened to her type through the phone.
“Here we are, Mr. Davis. Your results came back, and it appears we need to make an appointment for you and any of your recent partners.”
My stomach dropped out. “What?”
“Well, sir, as far as STDs go, it’s not that bad. Not that it’s ever good to hear...”
My ears were ringing. The room spun around me. This hadn’t ever happened before. I’d been so damn careful, which meant that my ex hadn’t. The asshole had given me test results that were all negative. Which meant he might not have been faithful while we’d been together. We’d only been dating for three months.
“Sir?”
“Yes, sorry.” I cleared my throat. “Can you say that again?” I’d missed what she’d been saying while I’d spiraled.
“Chlamydia? It’s completely treatable with a dose of antibiotics.”
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. The words wouldn’t form on my tongue, but there was something important I needed to ask, especially since I was seeing Andrew. “Can it—can it be transmitted orally?”
“It can, although it’s unlikely. If you’ve had oral sex since your last partner, your new partner might want to be treated as well to be on the safe side.”
This woman was making a big assumption about me having a new partner, but I let it slide as I thanked her and hung up the phone after she apologized for mailing the results before they’d called me. I was shaking so badly that it nearly fell out of my hands. There was a text waiting. Andrew was off of work and my eyes burned as I tried to wrap my head around how the hell I was going to tell him that things wouldn’t happen tonight, though I was glad I’d had the forethought to get tested to begin with.
I collapsed on the couch and ran my fingers through my hair. This was such a mess. Not only did I have to talk to Andrew, but it meant contacting my ex and asking him if he knew.
That should be my first step. I scrolled my contact list until I landed on his name, fighting back the anger that bubbled to the surface. Not only had he accused me of using him to make Andrew jealous, but he’d not been faithful during the few months we were together.
As the phone rang, my entire body vibrated with nerves. What if he knew and had chosen not to tell me? Were there legalconsequences for that? It was just Chlamydia. It wasn’t like I’d need to be on medication for the rest of my life, but it was still embarrassing.
“Hello?”
