A Taste of Spring novel Chapter 18

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.

"I don't overreact," Summer yelled. She coughed then moaned, "Idiot."

Spring 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?

As she contemplated the 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.

Spring could still smell the fresh paint on the walls each time she entered the small two-bedroom apartment but somehow when she thought of Dez his masculine scent seemed to overpower it.

Spring sighed as she tried to think of anything other than him.

Spring sighed but grabbed Summer around the waist again. She helped Summer to her room and into bed. "Get some rest," Spring said, but whispered, "while I disinfect the apartment again."

"Stop sulking around the house. You're probably too good for him anyway." Summer coughed then burrowed herself under her blanket.

"I'm not sulking." Spring rolled her eyes. "Just nervous about the photo shoot today, that's all." Spring made sure the remote to her sister's wall mounted television and her cell phone were both in reach then turned to leave. She approached the door but looked back, "I'll bring home dinner."

After a dismissive wave from Summer, Spring left the room, closing the door behind her. She had a few hours before she had to leave for the job she landed by the skin of her teeth. If it hadn't been for the photographer's assistant needing to use the bathroom and seeing her sitting beside another model, she wouldn't have gotten the job.

Apparently, the assistant thought that she and the other model, the one she sat beside, looked great together. Spring collected some cleaning products from under the bathroom sink as she thought of how excited she and Brandi were when they were offered the job. Knowing she was going to have someone with her during the shoot gave her a bit more confidence.

Frowning, she looked out over the germ-infested kitchen and living room. Maybe cleaning would calm her nerves and keep her mind off Dez.