It’s probably longer than five days, and if I’m honest with myself, I started to feel it within twenty-four hours of his departure. Pathetic? Yes, but so what. “Miss me, sexy?” I sneak into an empty exam room and lean against the door, pressing my phone to my ear, eyes closed. Just for a few moments, I need to be seduced by his voice. “I’m a basket case, and don’t you dare gloat. Just tell me you miss me even half as much as I miss you.” He chuckles and my nipples wake up and scream to my vagina, “Trick’s on the phone!” My vagina blushes, a slow drool flows across her lips. “Missing you is worse than rehab. I’ve got the shakes; I need my Darby fix so fucking bad.” A knock at the door shakes me from my dreamy state. I crack it open. “Sorry, I didn’t know this room was occupied.” Jade looks askance at me. “What patient do you have?” “Nobody, I’m on the phone … with a … pharmacist.” “Sorry, I need the room and you have sutures waiting in room two.”
