Page 49 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
My face is now a tomato. Which isn’t exaggeration, because I can see myself on the FaceTime.
Oh Ainsley…what are you getting yourself into?
Boyfriend
HE’S MARRIED? WTF!
I don’t know what surprised me more—the robot voice coming through my earbuds announcing that I had a text from “Boyfriend” or the cryptic message that came with it.
Ainsley
What are you talking about?
The doctor! McDreamy! He’s married!?
I bust out into laughter, nearly falling onto the fruit that I’m cutting up for my week’s meal prep. Oh my gosh, he’s actually watching…
I thought you said you weren’t going to watch it? Something about no love for you?
I wasn’t.
But…
But then I got curious. Like what kind of show could be on television that long? So a few Google searches and I figured out the one you were talking about. I turned on the first episode just to see what it was about.
And…
I just finished the first season. I haven’t slept much. Which sucks, because I have practice today, and this isn’t the way to start my first week of the season.
Welcome to the fandom.
I’m about to become addicted, aren’t I?
I’ll get you a box of tissues. You’re going to need them.
There is so much sex in this hospital. Is there that much sex that happens at hospitals? I know we haven’t talked about sex, but I need to make sure you’re not having sex in hospitals.
No. But there is some. Ask Mia the next time you see her. And trust me, there’s no sex for me in hospitals.
Hard pass. And thank God.
That was my window. That was the window that I could easily say “Hey, Linc. So…you know…sex…do you plan on us having it?”
I told myself I wasn’t going to overthink things with Linc, but this one I am. And not only that, I’m going to chicken out on this conversation entirely.
How far in are you?
A few episodes into season two. Because we open on Thursday night, our practice schedule is a bit out of the norm. I had to go in for some walkthroughs today, and we have a long day tomorrow.
Then I suggest you stop for now. It’s getting late.
It’s 7 p.m.
I know, but you’re getting into the good stuff, and I don’t want you up all night. You’ve probably already gone too far.
It’s just a television show, Ainsley. I can turn it off whenever I want.
Famous last words…
