He entered the room and my eyes were drawn immediately to him. He was, in a word, beautiful.
Tall and slim, yet muscular. Wild bronze hair. Piercing emerald green eyes. Full lips curved into a crooked smirk. He wore a tight gray t-shirt with a leather jacket and jeans that hugged him just right, showing off every curve and muscle. He took my breath away.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him. This perfect stranger, who wouldn't remain a stranger very long if I had any say in the matter. I watched as he sauntered up to the counter and signed the ledger. He was masculine and confident and I had every intention of meeting this captivating man.
I didn't realize how obvious my staring was until a nudge to my ribs broke me out of my trance. "Emmett," she whispered, "you're up next."
I looked over at my blonde best friend, and saw that she knew exactly what I had been staring at. Her all-too-knowing smirk made me bite my lip and shrug my shoulders as I tried unsuccessfully not to smile. "What?" I asked as innocently as possible.
"You know exactly what," she hissed. "Now move it!"
"Alright, alright woman. I'm going."
"Good luck," she added as I hastily made my way to the petite girl who had called my name. At least, I guess she called my name. I had been waiting for an hour to hear it and had been too absorbed in thoughts of my mystery man to hear when it finally happened.
Now that I was headed towards her, my heart began to pound in my chest. My palms began to sweat and the nervousness that had dissipated with the distraction of the beautiful man was back in full force.
"Emmett McCarty?" the little mousy woman in front of me asked sweetly.
"Yes, that's me." I answered as calmly as I could manage.
"Right this way." I followed her through the door and down a long narrow hallway to an empty exam room. "The doctor will be with you shortly," she said pleasantly, as if this was a wonderful event that I should be looking forward to. She began closing the door and I hastily added a "Thank you" before it clicked shut. I wiped my now dripping palms on my jeans and exhaled a shaky breath.
This was it. The day I had been simultaneously anticipating and dreading. I would finally learn the results of my tests. To say I was scared would be a gross understatement. I breathed in deep, trying not to freak out.
This whole thing was so strange. I was a healthy guy. Fit and in shape. I ran track in high school and had continued to lift weights and run daily in college. But there are some things that can't be helped. Like inherited genes and…
The door began to open slowly and I sucked in a sharp breath. This was it. My life would be forever altered, whether for good or for bad. I just didn't know which yet.