5 Bikers for Valentines

When I made it to Dr. Anderson’s office, I checked in and sat down to wait. My legs were shaking until finally, Dr. Anderson called me back. He led to toward his office, and we sat down to talk.

“Tell me about your headaches,” he said with a kind smile.

“They started a couple months ago,” I said. “But lately, they’ve gotten worse and more frequent.”

“How often do they occur?” he asked.

“Once every few days,” I said. “Sometimes I can push through the pain, but most of the time, it knocks me on my ass.”

“Are they in your temples?” he asked.

“Kind of everywhere,” I said. “They usually start in my temples and then spread.”

“Have you vomited?”

His eyes met mine, and I could see concern swimming over his face. My heart raced in my chest. Was there something seriously wrong with me?

“Yes,” I said nervously. “Almost every time I get a headache, I throw up.”

Dr. Anderson nodded and jotted something down on his paper. When he looked back at me, he was smiling, but it did nothing to ease my fears.

“Let’s get you a CT scan today,” he said. “And some blood work. We’ll just run a variety of tests and see what comes back, okay?”

“Do you think it’s something serious?” I asked.

“No need to worry just yet,” he said.

I nodded and let him lead me toward the CT machine. He ran tests for well over an hour, and by the time I was finished, Caleb’s PT session was only minutes away.

I didn’t feel like myself as

I stepped inside the PT building. My heart was still pounding, and my stomach was full of butterflies. Dr. Anderson assured me I shouldn’t worry yet, but I didn’t believe him. My father was right. These headaches couldn’t be normal. There was something wrong with me, and I was terrified to find out what it was.

Caleb walked through the door not five minutes after I did. I was still preoccupied, but when I saw him, my worries took a backseat to the heat wave that washed over my body. His eyes locked on mine as he walked toward me. I fought the urge to reach out to me, to pull him to me and kiss him until we couldn’t breathe.

“Hey,” he said, stopping in front of me. He glanced around the room. “Just us tonight?”

I nodded. “How are you doing on your crutches?”

“Better,” he said. “I’m just a little sore after recent activities.”

I blushed and looked away. We had a lot of work to do, and I couldn’t let myself get caught up in my own selfish desires. Besides, I was still worried what my tests might show.

“Let’s get started with some basic stretches,” I said.

“Sure,” Caleb said, frowning.

I helped him get to the low mat table, supporting his weight and sitting down beside him. He extended his leg like I taught him and slowly moved his foot up and down. I held onto his leg to help him get a better stretch, my fingers running over his sore muscles while I did so.

Leaning into him, I pushed his leg further to the side. He grunted in pain but kept going. Caleb was the best PT patient I’d ever had because no matter what, he pushed through. The pain was nothing to him, and I knew he would recover faster than anyone else in his position.

While I marveled at his strength, I felt heat rise inside my chest. I leaned into him even more, my chest brushing against his leg while I rotated it side to side. I looked up to make sure he was doing okay and saw that his eyes were focused on my breasts. They were spilling out of my top, and I felt my cheeks flush at the attention.

I sprung back and adjusted myself. Caleb moved closer to me and took my hand in his.

“Don’t,” he said in a low voice. “I like the view.”

“Caleb,” I said, but before I could continue, his lips were on mine.