Just now working my way through catching up with reading the other girl's...definitely a variety. We're all gonna be a hormonal mess by the end of the weekend with our emotions all over the place! LOL.
I know ya'll want to touch him and console him...but right now...you'll just make him freak. So...you can look with your eyes, not with your hands. Though, if you've used hand sanitizer AND put on some latex gloves, he might hold your hand for just a moment...
"Edward! It's good to hear from ya. What can I do for you?" Emmett chirps, obviously pleased that I've called.
"Well, I need to see a doctor…"
He cuts me off.
"What's wrong Edward? Never mind, let me grab my bag and I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he states and the line goes dead.
Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rings.
I tug one of the latex gloves from the box I keep by the door and snap it on before I open it, revealing my bear of a brother.
I step back and he enters, making sure not to touch me accidentally.
After closing and locking the door, I dispose of the glove in the trashcan next to the door before following him into the living room.
"I made the call," I blurt out and am met with a confused expression.
"To an escort service," I say lower. "And, well, I have to have a current STD screening before they'll set me up with a companion."
By his reaction, you'd have thought I'd come up with the solution to world peace.
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