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

closed her bedroom door then dropped down on her bed and buried her face in her blanket. She was an idiot. Who meets, sleeps with, and constantly thinks about a man they've only spent one night with?

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.

the small two-bedroom apartment but somehow when she thought of Dez his masculine scent

to think of anything other

everything always go

her, probably regretting ever allowing her to move from

sister came closer to

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

side. "Why can't I find the original email for this Dezmond...whatever his name is? I need to call him and ask for his medical records. You don't-" Her rant was cut off by a series of dry coughs.

said, as she wrapped her arm around Summer's waist and took most of her weight. "You need to rest. I don't think I can handle doing your job much longer." Spring tried her best to avoid being breathed on as she helped Summer to her bedroom.