Who'd Have Thought by G Benson

Who'd Have Thought by G Benson

Author:G Benson [Benson, G]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lesbian fiction
Publisher: Ylva Publishing
Published: 2017-08-17T04:00:00+00:00


Hayden woke up comfortable. And with a sore mouth. It took a moment, as she ran her tongue over her puffy lip, to remember the night before.

She kept her eyes closed at the memory.

Why was she so warm?

An arm was draped over her waist. Hayden’s eyes shot open. The dim light spilling in from the curtains was enough to make her slam her eyes closed. Someone was lying along her back. Sam was lying along her back. Bit by bit, Hayden’s brain was starting to catch up. She relaxed—Sam had been so thoughtful the night before.

Did Sam pity her?

The idea of that was enough to make Hayden want to hide. It was why she didn’t share this side of her life. She’d had enough pity thanks to her father. Feeling people’s eyes on her, feeling bad for her, always left a bad taste in her mouth.

But then Sam had cupped her chin, her hand soothing Hayden’s lip with that cold gauze, and Hayden hadn’t seen anything resembling pity.

Soft air was puffing against her neck, steady and slow. It felt nice, like her frazzled brain was being soothed.

The second Hayden shifted, Sam woke up like a ninja, her hands flailing. Instantly, she was half sitting up, as if prepared to take out bad guys. Hayden rolled partially onto her back as Sam looked blearily around and down at Hayden, pressed into Sam’s hip.

“Morning.” Hayden didn’t dare smirk, what with her lip and all.

Sam’s hair was sticking up all on one side, the other completely flat. Her cheeks were flushed, and she still looked half-asleep, even after her weird adrenaline-filled startle. She glanced down at their bodies next to each other and flushed even more. “Sorry. You woke me up at some point and seemed upset. This helped.”

Well, that was embarrassing. Hayden’s cheeks burned. “Oh. Thanks.”

Sam shuffled so she was back on her own side of the bed, the space between them cooling rapidly, and Hayden had the weird swooping in her belly she got when she missed someone.

“It’s okay.” She wasn’t looking at Hayden, though. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry about last night.”

Then Sam did make eye contact, her eyes vibrantly green. “Why?”

The question made Hayden half-shrug and push up so she was sitting against the headboard. She drew her knees up to her chest, linking her fingers around them. “Because it was…”

“A lot?”

Hayden nodded.

“You know I’m a neurosurgeon? I’ve seen much worse things than that.”

“Yeah, but that’s for work.”

“Yes, it is. But you don’t have to be sorry.” She paused. “I think you handled it very well.”

That wasn’t true. Hayden’s stomach filled with lead at the thought. “I really didn’t. I made it worse. I know you’ve seen that, and more, before, but so have I. I deal with worse every day. I should have de-escalated it.”

“None of those patients were your mother.”

And that was what made all the difference. Something froze in her every time something like that happened. As if all her training and knowledge flew out the window, and she was left unarmed and hurting and completely unsure of what to do.


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