Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

There couldn’t be any other reason.

It was as we were sitting in the waiting room that I realized what, exactly, a ‘pap smear’ entailed.

“I’m not sure I should go in with you,” I admitted. “We barely know each other.”

And this would be incredibly awkward.

“Just stay behind my head. There’s a draped sheet. There’s nothing that can be seen from that end.” She paused. “My dad had to go with me to my first appointment. For some reason I was in such a frantic state about it when I first went that nobody but my dad would do. I realized after the fact that it wasn’t that bad, but yeah. My dad is my go-to in situations that freak me out.”

That had to be awkward.

“How old were you?” I asked curiously.

Before she could answer, her name was being called.

And before I could try to get out of going in all over again, she grasped me by the fingers—her whole hand fit around two of my fingers—and pulled.

She was surprisingly strong, and though I could’ve protested, I didn’t.

I stayed with her and all but dragged my feet all the way into the exam room.

“What’s that look for?” she asked as she started to strip her shoes and socks off.

I shook my head, something weird forming in my stomach when I saw her bare toes.

They weren’t painted like normal girls.

They were multiple colors. And some weren’t painted at all.

They were cute. And I’d never in my life thought toes were cute before.

But there I was, thinking it.

“You sure don’t talk much, do you?” she asked.

I shrugged.

She snickered and started to unbutton her pants.

I promptly closed my eyes and waited for her to fully undress.

I heard each article of clothing fall to the floor.

Pants. Undies. Shirt. Bra.

When she finally said, “You can open your eyes now,” I was practically panting.

That’d been the single most erotic thing I’d ever been exposed to, and the only thing that she’d done was strip.

Wonderful.

I had it bad for the girl that didn’t even like me.

Wasn’t that just my luck?

Then again, she would never know that I had it bad for her.

It would all stay locked up in a tight vault buried down deep in my chest, never to be found or examined.