Saved By The Doctor (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew Page A

in Allan's arms and cried. “You touched me,” she finally whispered.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Jackie woke up in her own bed the next morning. The sun was streaming through the window, just like it did on any other morning but the dirty taste in her mouth told her that something terribly embarrassing  had happened the night before. She ran her hands through her tangled heap of hair as anxiety bubbled in the pit of her stomach, threatening to take over her, but one glance to her right told her that Allan was still there. She released a sigh of relief. As long as he was still there, everything would be okay. She sat up, looking down at the oversized shirt and short combination that Allan chose to put on her after he had gotten her to calm down enough to go to bed with him. Something about the thought of him choosing the least sexy thing in her drawer to drape her in made her want to laugh uncontrollably.
     
    The sound of her giggling echoing off of the wide, sun-kissed walls woke Allan up. A tired smile played at the edges of her lips as she felt the mattress stir with his movement. In the next moment he had sat up and put his arms around her. “Good morning, beautiful.” The sensation of him kissing her shoulder set off that flair of anxiety all over again.
     
    She swung her legs over the side of the bed and scurried to the kitchen. “I'm gonna go make coffee!” she yelled as she turned the corner.
     
    “What?” she heard him yell back.
     
    But she couldn't bring herself to repeat what she had already said to him. Once she was in the relative safety of the empty kitchen and it became apparent that Allan was not going to follow her inside, she calmed down a little. Once she started a pot of coffee brewing, she disappeared into the small guest half-bath next to the coat closet. As soon as the door shut behind her, she dialed Victoria's number and pressed the phone to her ear, impatiently listening to the sound of the phone ringing.
     
    “Hello?”
     
    Jackie's heart stopped. “I fucked up.”
     
    Victoria released a deep sigh. “Don't tell me he's already gone,” she replied in a disappointed voice.
     
    Jackie shook her head then, realizing Victoria couldn't actually see her, continued with, “No. he's in bed, waiting for me to make coffee.”
     
    “He didn't offer to make you coffee?” she demanded.
     
    Jackie rolled her eyes. If only Victoria knew. “No, but considering what happened last night, he's got a free coffee card for the rest of his life.”
     
    “Oh my God. Jackie, what happened? What did you do?”
     
    Jackie pressed her back against the door, just to make sure no one could get in then hissed, “I started crying during sex.”
     
    There was a loaded pause, then, “You did what?”
     
    Jackie gulped. “Okay, let me clarify.”
     
    “Oh please do,” Victoria retorted.
     
    “It wasn't necessarily during sex. We were making out and he was giving me head... and just when he was about to enter me, I don't know what happened. I just freaked out,” she replied.
     
    Victoria just sighed again. “Wait, Jackie...” she started in a severe voice.
     
    But Jackie was becoming extremely impatient. “I don't need to remind you that now is not the time for judgment, do I?” she snapped.
     
    Victoria released a dark chuckle. “God, Jackie. We're getting too old for you to keep asking me that dumb question.”
     
    Jackie couldn't help but laugh a little herself. “Okay fine. What were you going to ask?” she continued.
     
    “Have you had sex since the.... the incident?” she asked.
     
    Jackie felt as if someone had picked her up and placed her on a soapbox in the center of a room packed with people. Blood rushed to her face and a lump formed itself in the base of her throat. “I...” she started, looking for some kind of excuse for the terrible answer she was about to give. There was none. “No.”
     
    Victoria gulped. “I can't believe this is happening