I struggle to find the right words. My mind has been all over the place this last week. One minute, I’m excited to see Blake again; the next, I’m terrified.
“What if he doesn’t like me?”
Nicole scoffs. “He wouldn’t have asked you to come back if he didn’t. Plus, his office sent you that postcard to remind you of the appointment. That means he wants you there.”
“Because I’m testing his product.”
“I’m sure that’s part of it, but come on, Amber. The guy went down on you in an exam room! If that doesn’t scream ‘I want you,’ I don’t know what does.”
Nicole has a point. It’s the same one she’s been making all week, but my brain just won’t accept it. I’m scared that I’ve built up what happened in my head.
“Maybe Dr. Blake does that to all his patients.”
Daisy rolls her eyes. “Not a chance. He’d be in prison if he did.”
“Daisy!” Nicole cries out.
“It’s true!” she says. “There’s no way a doctor could get away with banging a bunch of his patients for years. He’d get caught eventually.”
“Okay, that’s a good point actually. Another point in the ‘he likes you’ column.”
“Are you sure?”
Nicole squeezes my arm. “We’re sure. You’re freaking out about nothing.”
Freaking out about nothing is kind of my thing, and Nicole knows it.
The truth is, I don’t have a lot of experience in the guy department. I’ve had boyfriends in the past, but none of them were worth my time. I never felt like I had to see them. It was more like a mutually beneficial agreement. We would get together to make out or have sex occasionally, but we wouldn’t see each other regularly.
It wasn’t healthy. It’s not that I never wanted a relationship. I did, and I still do. It just wasn’t in the cards for me.
There has never been a guy I’ve wanted to be with as badly as I want to be with AJ. I think that’s what scares me the most. I like him more than I liked all my ex-boyfriends combined.
Nicole gets a funny look on her face. “Do you remember Percy?”
I groan and bury my head in my hands. Beside me, Daisy perks up.
“Who’s Percy?”
Nicole smirks. “He’s a guy Amber dated when we were sophomores in college.”
“Nicole, please. We do not need to go down memory lane.”
“I think Daisy deserves to know.”
“I think I deserve to know, too. I didn’t know you guys in college. I feel like I missed out on so much.”
“You didn’t miss out on much, I promise,” I say.
Before I can stop her, Nicole whips out her phone to show Daisy a photo of Percy.
Daisy almost does a spit take. She manages to swallow down her water, but it was almost a disaster.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims. “He looks like Gumby!”
“What? He does not.”
I steal Nicole’s phone and scrutinize my old profile picture featuring Percy. Sure, he is tall and lanky, but he doesn’t look like Gumby.
Except the more I stare at the photo, the more I see the resemblance.
“Oh no! I dated Gumby!”
We burst into giggles. Clearly, I don’t have the greatest taste in men.
“Why did the two of you break up?”
I think back to sophomore year. Things with Percy weren’t bad. They weren’t all that good, either. I lost my virginity to him in my dorm while my roommate was away for the weekend. When we were done, he shook like a leaf. I was worried he was going into shock or something. Turns out, that’s just how he was after sex. It happened every time we were together.
“We just weren’t compatible,” I tell Daisy.
That’s the truth, mostly. Percy broke up with me because he met another girl he wanted to be with. Honestly, I was okay with it. I hated being on top when we had sex because I was afraid I might break him.
I wouldn’t have that problem with AJ. He’s not overweight, but he’s bulky with muscle. I have no doubt AJ can handle me in any position.
“At least Gumby wasn’t an asshole,” Nicole mumbles. “Unlike Gunther.”
“Gunther?” Daisy asks. “Did you date any guys with normal names?”
I chuckle. “Honestly, no.”
“What was Gunther’s deal?”
“We got together a few months after Percy and I broke up. Gunther was also a history major, so we’d had classes together before, but we hadn’t really talked until we got partnered up for a project.”
“That’s how it always goes.”
“Only in the rom-coms I read.”
“And in your life, apparently.”
“Well, if that were true, we would still be together.”
Nicole grunts. “I’m glad you’re not still together. Gunther was the worst.”
I roll my eyes. “Gunther was hot, which is what drew me to him in the first place. I couldn’t believe someone so attractive would be interested in me. He had a slight German accent because he grew up in Germany, but his English was excellent. I guess he moved to America just before high school.”