Chapter 38

After the night of our kiss (second kiss), -- Argh!

I couldn’t sleep properly. I had to watch a movie or something to get that out of my mind, though it passed my thoughts that I had to watch a horror movie. I had to frighten myself to get it out, and it did, but it only made it worse since I had to choose what to think—that old lady in white or the kiss with Vince.

“Doc, you alright?” Naomi asked.

My staring into my coffee cup might have worried her or my constant foot tapping on the floor. I could only take a glance at her and back to the coffee. “I’m fine,” is all I could say.

“I could say ‘rough day at work?’ but it’s all been like this,” Patients flock in the waiting room, and we all got used to this for months and years. “So, I’m going to guess it’s about that CEO guy?”

“Who?”

“Your boyfriend.”

“Oh, Louis.”

“Probably not,” she said, noticing my lack of enthusiasm on the topic. “So, it’s about the other guy. Vince?”

I looked