Page 77 of Love Resurrected
Deciding to do that before I open a second beer, I head out to my truck and make my way into town. The beer made me feel sleepy, so I stop at a drive-thru on the way for coffee and a donut. Remembering too late that I can’t drink or eat when driving one handed.
Fuck.
Once I’ve parked, I finish the donut in close to two bites. The coffee is hot, so I decide to bring that in with me. Again forgetting I only have the use of one hand because I’m a fucking idiot. Luckily, the doors open automatically so I don’t have to worry about trying to set my coffee down to open them or wait for someone to open them for me. Only having the use of one hand is going to be a major pain in the ass, I can tell already.
I have to give the pharmacist a paper prescription due to the drug and there’s a line of two people ahead of me when I get there, including the girl at the counter. I idly check out her ass. It’s hard not to when a girl is wearing yoga pants. Her hair is up in a hat, and she’s wearing a matching jacket to the pants that fits just as snug, showing off all her curves.
She says something to the pharmacy tech, who yells to someone behind her, “Hey, do we have Levonorgestrel in stock?”
I chuckle as the girl at the counter buries her head in her hands. Because I’m probably one of the few other people in the drugstore who knows Levonorgestrel is the morning-after pill.
Someone wasn’t using protection.
I laugh until I remember thatIdidn’t use protection with Tenley last night.
Fuck.
God, what a fucking idiot I am. Jesus. I make a mental note to also grab a Plan B pill and bring it to her, just in case.
They package the girl’s pill in a brown paper bag and ring her up. My phone buzzes, and I fumble with my left hand to set my coffee down somewhere without spilling it and try to pull my phone from my pocket at the same time. It doesn’t work. My phone falls seconds before my coffee does.
“Oh no, here let me help you.” The girl bends down to get my phone before I have a chance to.
“Can I get some paper towels over here?” I call to the tech behind the counter. “I spilled my coffee.” I hold up the casted hand as an excuse for why I’m a klutz.
The girl, who has been ineffectively dabbing at the floor with a Kleenex, stands and hands me my phone. “Thank—”
Tenley.
“Oh, Brad. Uh, hi.” Tenley’s face reddens as she recognizes me.
My heart beats rapidly as a myriad of thoughts and emotions race through me. At least she’s protecting herself with a Plan B pill. Now I’ll never have a baby. What the fuck is she doing here? I can’t handle seeing her right now.
“Oh my goodness, what happened?” She gently takes my right hand in hers and looks up at me. Her big, green eyes squint slightly.
The pharmacy tech comes over with some paper towels, kneeling between us to wipe up the mess.
My mind clears and I answer. “Had a little run in with a wall.”
She nods as though the same has happened to her. “Pain meds?” She gestures to the counter as she asks.
“Yeah, and some anti-inflammatory stuff.” I don’t mention her little brown bag, or that I know what’s in it.
“Good . . . I was just . . . Well, I hope it heals soon,” she stammers, looking off to the side. I don’t blame her, it’s awkward running into each other like this. “I’ll see you later.” She brushes past me and heads for the exit.
I could let her go. Or I could go after her.
I’m not going to lie, there’s a part of me that wants to have sex again. It almost outweighs the guilt I will feel afterward. But there’s also a part of me that wants to make sure she and I are okay after last night. We still have to work together, at least for a few more weeks. And we’re in the same circle of friends. It’s not like we can just stop interacting with one another.
I turn and tell the person behind me to go ahead, then jog toward the front of the store to catch Tenley.
I find her in the parking lot getting into her car.
“Tenley!”
She gets back out and stands between it and the open driver side door, her hand at her brow to shield her eyes from the sun.
“Yeah?”
