We'll Be Alright - Discontinued

Chapter Three

Sam tapped his fingers against Marcy's arm. "Hey?"

"Yeah?" She pulled herself up, not the least bit self-conscious about her body.

He pushed himself up, too. "It's been a couple days-" Five to be exact. "and you don't know my last name."

"Do you know mine?" She bent slightly to look on the floor for her bra.

"No." He realized. "I try to be more careful with my partners. I don't get around a lot."

She couldn't say the same. "I don't have any transmittable diseases. Do you?"

"No." That had never even crossed his mind!

"You should get tested anyway. Some things take months to show up."

"Will you?"

"Yes." She always got tested.

He nodded. "So you're a doctor?"

"Yup." She spotted her bra far away, hanging off a chair. She flung the covers back and slipped down to go get it.

"I really like your tattoos." He loved her body. She was thick but shapely. Plus, he felt muscle beneath her supple skin. The art on her only added to her allure.

"Thanks." She put her bra on and found her boy-shorts next to it. So she slipped them on.

"I've always wanted one. But I'm not good with pain."

"It doesn't hurt." She scratched her brow as she searched out her top.

"I've seen some of my-" Bandmates. "Friends get some. They're really tough guys but they weren't then."

"That's ridiculous." She got down on all fours to find her scrub top.

He leaned over slightly to see her but could only see her tantalizing rear end swaying as she searched beneath the bed. "Don't you want to know? My last name?"

"If you want."

What kind of answer was that? "It's Evans."

She continued searching, wishing she had her glasses or at least a flashlight.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah. I don't know what you want me to say back." She came from under the bed and looked at him. "Unless you want me to tell you mine?"

"Do you not want to?"

She really didn't. "It's Chang."

"Chang? You're Asian?"

"What's your point?" She actually was part Asian but that wasn't her point.

"I don't have one." He backpedaled quickly before realizing she must not be connecting the dots. "My name's Sam Evans."

"Okay?" She went back to searching and ended up touching an article of clothing. She pulled it out but it was his shirt. "This is yours."

"You don't know who I am?" He was shocked.

"You can know someone for a lifetime and still not know all of who they are. But we just met, dude. No, I don't know who you are." She went back beneath the bed.

"I'm a singer."

She bumped her head. "Ow! What?!"

"I'm a singer. A bit famous actually."

She came from beneath the bed with her pants and blew her long bangs from her eyes. "You're a professional singer?"

"Yeah. They say I'm the bad boy of country." He gave a nervous grin.