A Taste of Spring

What happened with Dez was so unlike her and the fact that she didn't use a condom told Spring that she hadn't been thinking straight throughout the entire night. "I wasn't safe," she whispered.

"What the hell?" Summer was on her feet, pulling Spring to hers. "You fucked him raw?" She released the firm hold on Spring's upper arm and went to her purse that hung from the coat hooks on the wall. Her movements were frantic as she searched through it. Random items spilled to the floor. "You need to get some blood work done ASAP." Summer raised the business card in her hand as if she'd discovered gold. "Dr. Lee will fit you in today. I just have to..." She spun around.

Spring watched as her sister did a scan of the room.

"Where's my damn cell phone?"

"I've already been to the doctor's," Spring said, sounding bored.

"And, what did they say? Are you good? What the hell, Two?"

Spring unfolded her feet from under her and stood. "The initial workups were fine. I need to wait for a few more results but so far so good. What I don't need is for you to overreact." She walked down the hallway toward her room.

She coughed then moaned,

was an idiot. Who meets, sleeps with, and constantly thinks about a man they've only spent

latest unplanned turn her life had taken, Spring glanced over at her piled-up luggage near the closet door. It had only been a month since Summer moved them to a bigger apartment in the building complex. Her sister's reasoning was that they needed their own rooms. That one-bedroom wasn't going to cut it. Spring was fine with sleeping on the sofa at the other apartment but Summer wouldn't hear of it.

time she entered the small two-bedroom

think of anything other than

always go back to him?)

Summer was disappointed in her, probably regretting ever allowing her to move from their quiet, boring hometown to the big city where she did stupid stuff like...

heard Summer's coughing grow louder as her sister came closer to her room. Apparently, her sister wasn't done with their

Spring could remember. A sweet, loving big sister, Summer would do anything for her. Only she often took

on the other side. "Why can't I find the original email for this Dezmond...whatever his name is? I need to call him and ask for

she wrapped her arm around Summer's waist and took most of her weight. "You need to rest.