Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Dev wasn’t enjoying the processed rubbish either, so he made a note in his reminders to check out the site later.
Just then, the sound of the door to the waiting area made him look up. Relief flooded him when he saw Ewan. Not that he’d thought Ewan wouldn’t show, but Dev was glad he was on time. The smile on Ewan’s face made Dev’s stomach flop alarmingly. Was it normal to feel like that when you saw someone for the first time after kissing them?
“Hi.” Ewan stopped in front of him, smiling.
“Hi.” Dev stared back.
Dressed in a burgundy hoodie that contrasted beautifully with his bright red hair, and slim-cut jeans that hugged his muscular thighs and the soft bulge at his crotch, Ewan looked good enough to eat—literally. Dev’s mouth watered as he imagined what was under Ewan’s clothes. He hoped the test results would be fast; he was totally ready to get onto the oral sex items on his list.
“Hello, do you have an appointment?”
The receptionist’s chirpy voice interrupted their meaningful silence.
“Oh, um, yeah.” Ewan turned away and went to the desk. “I’m Ewan Campbell, I have an appointment.”
“Campbell….” She typed something and then frowned, scrolling on her computer. “I can’t find you on the list.”
“I made the appointment for both of us.” Dev got up quickly and went over to the desk again. “I only gave his first name.” He glanced sideways at Ewan and flushed.
“Oh right, yes.” She studied her screen again. “There you are. Sorry about that.”
“No worries,” Ewan said.
Neither he nor the receptionist seemed ruffled by the awkwardness.
Ewan and Dev went back to the chairs, and Ewan sat down next to Dev.
“Sorry,” Dev muttered, still embarrassed. “I forgot to ask for your surname.”
“Well, you know it now. I’m Ewan Campbell. It’s nice to meet you.” He grinned and held out a hand.
Dev chuckled. “Devrim Karadere, and likewise.” He took Ewan’s hand and shook.
Their eyes met, and Dev lost himself in the depths of Ewan’s. They were gorgeous. No one colour could describe them. Dark brown at the edges bled into something richer and warmer, leading to a glow of liquid gold around his pupils. Pupils that were large as they stared at each other, hands still clasped together.
Dev finally broke away, warned off by the heat in his groin and the tingle in his balls.
Not here. Not now.
“So, you’re Scottish?”
“Yeah.” Ewan settled back into the chair beside him and stretched his legs out. “The name would give it away even if the accent didn’t, huh? I’m from Edinburgh. My mum always jokes that I couldn’t have moved farther away for uni if I’d tried, but it wasn’t personal. I just liked the sound of Plymouth, and I wanted to learn to surf.”
“Have you?”
“Not yet. But it’s on my list of things to get around to.”
“You have a list?” Dev perked up. Lists were familiar ground.
“Well… only a list in my head. You know how it is.”
Dev didn’t know. His lists were always on paper, or on his phone, or on his computer. But he nodded anyway. “Yeah.”
“So, Devrim Kara…?”
“Karadere. I’m half–Turkish Cypriot. My father came here with his family in the seventies.”
A door that led off the waiting room opened, and a woman in a nurse’s uniform came out. She looked at them both and smiled. “Devrim and Ewan. Who wants to go first?”
Dev looked at Ewan, who shrugged.
“I will, then,” Dev said.
“Okay, come on in.”
The appointment was very straightforward. She asked Dev lots of questions about his sexual history and didn’t bat an eyelid when he answered no to everything.
“I want the test results so I can show Ewan,” he explained. “He shouldn’t have to take my word for it. We don’t know each other very well—yet.”
“That’s very sensible of you,” she said. “I wish all the young people I see had that kind of attitude.”
After she’d taken a blood sample, she gave Dev a little pot with a screw-top lid. “Just pop to the toilets here to do me a urine sample if you can, and leave it with Reception. If you can’t manage one now, you can drop it in tomorrow. We have to send the samples away for testing, but we should have the results back by Wednesday next week, so you can drop by to collect them after that.” She smiled. “Right, send your boyfriend in next.”
“Um… he’s not—” Dev cut himself off quickly, realising he was in danger of sharing too much. “Okay, thanks.”
He left the door ajar on his way out. “You’re up,” he said to Ewan. “I have to go pee in a jar. I’ll wait for you out here afterwards.”
Dev struggled at first—his bladder didn’t want to cooperate. Sitting on the toilet seat in the single cubicle, he had to imagine waterfalls and showers before it finally flowed. But eventually he managed to fill up the little jar.