Page 5 of Ignite My Heart

“Yes, it is. Yet, you’re still grinning like a fool.”

I grin. “It was totally worth it.”

“Do I need to call your pops and have a chat with him? Do you need a reminder about consent and how to approach women respectfully?”

My grin drops, and I shoot him a glare. “No. I’m good.”

He nods. “All right then. Take that home with you. Alternate it with a bag of frozen peas. The tenderness should stop eventually.”

“You don’t need to examine me or anything? I mean, I don’t want any lasting damage.

He rolls forward on his stool. “Did you just ask me to look at your dick, Garrett?” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Listen, I can recommend a urologist if you’re concerned, but you’ll have to drive to Austin.”

If I’m honest, it’s already feeling better with the cold pack on it. Probably the numbing effect. “You think it’s okay?”

“You drove yourself here, I take it?”

I nod. “I did.”

“And you walked in here without assistance?”

“Damn, Doc. Way to make me feel like a complete moron.”

“You’re the grown-ass man who came to me after being kneed in the nut sack.”

I hop down from the table, still holding the cold bunny to my crotch. “Thanks.”

“Find yourself an adult doctor.”

“I guess there’s no way I can convince you not to tell this story to my dad?”

“Fuck, no. You don’t get the privilege of doctor/patient confidentiality. And that,” he points at my dick, “is hilarious.”

I sigh and leave.

I head to the Coffee Cup, our local coffee house, to grab some caffeine and sugar after my visit to Doc West. I’m not one of those guys who works out because I like exercising or want to be built. My job dictates that I stay in shape, but for the most part, I do cardio and lift so I can eat whatever the fuck I want. Which means copious amounts of sugar.

I’ve always had a sweet tooth. For me, a balanced diet means ensuring my sweet has some salty and my texture has some smooth and crunchy. I’m a greedy motherfucker, and I want it all in one bite.

Shoving open the door, I head straight for the counter and order my usual drink and snack. I loiter near the counter to wait and check my phone for updates. There’s a group text from my family.

Daphne: Fletch and I are gonna bring pumpkins out to Dad’s place this weekend so we can all carve. Who all wants one?

Grady: Better get me three. Jess and Taylor will want one for sure, and they’ll bully me into participating.

Dad: I’ll do one.

Me: Get me two.

Daphne: Not if you’re bringing Kathleen.

Me: It’s not for Kathleen.

I pocket my phone because I know they’ll only ask more questions, and I don’t have time for that shit.

When I grab my stuff and turn to find a table, I see a pair of ice-blue eyes locked on me. I smile broadly at Felicity and head her way.

I reach her table in two long strides, and she grabs her coffee cup as if she’s going to stand.