A Taste of Spring

What happened with Dez was so unlike her and the fact that she didn't use a condom told Spring that she hadn't been thinking
straight throughout the entire night. "I wasn't safe," she whispered.
"What the hell?" Summer was on her feet, pulling Spring to hers. "You fucked him raw?" She released the firm hold on Spring's
upper arm and went to her purse that hung from the coat hooks on the wall. Her movements were frantic as she searched
through it. Random items spilled to the floor. "You need to get some blood work done ASAP." Summer raised the business card
in her hand as if she'd discovered gold. "Dr. Lee will fit you in today. I just have to..." She spun around.
Spring watched as her sister did a scan of the room.
"Where's my damn cell phone?"
"I've already been to the doctor's," Spring said, sounding bored.
"And, what did they say? Are you good? What the hell, Two?"
Spring unfolded her feet from under her and stood. "The initial workups were fine. I need to wait for a few more results but so far
so good. What I don't need is for you to overreact." She walked down the hallway toward her room.
"I don't overreact," Summer yelled. She coughed then moaned, "Idiot."
Spring closed her bedroom door then dropped down on her bed and buried her face in her blanket. She was an idiot. Who
meets, sleeps with, and constantly thinks about a man they've only spent one night with?
As she contemplated the latest unplanned turn her life had taken, Spring glanced over at her piled-up luggage near the closet
door. It had only been a month since Summer moved them to a bigger apartment in the building complex. Her sister's reasoning
was that they needed their own rooms. That one-bedroom wasn't going to cut it. Spring was fine with sleeping on the sofa at the
other apartment but Summer wouldn't hear of it.
Spring could still smell the fresh paint on the walls each time she entered the small two-bedroom apartment but somehow when
she thought of Dez his masculine scent seemed to overpower it.
Spring sighed as she tried to think of anything other than him.
(Why does everything always go back to him?)

And now Summer was disappointed in her, probably regretting ever allowing her to move from their quiet, boring hometown to
the big city where she did stupid stuff like...
Spring sighed as she heard Summer's coughing grow louder as her sister came closer to her room. Apparently, her sister wasn't
done with their conversation.
Summer was always her protector for as long as Spring could remember. A sweet, loving big sister, Summer would do anything
for her. Only she often took big sister duties and rights to new heights.
The bedroom door shook with the impact of Summer's banging fist on the other side. "Why can't I find the original email for this
Dezmond...whatever his name is? I need to call him and ask for his medical records. You don't-" Her rant was cut off by a series
of dry coughs.
Spring got out of bed and opened the door to find her sister bracing herself on the door frame. "Come on," Spring said, as she
wrapped her arm around Summer's waist and took most of her weight. "You need to rest. I don't think I can handle doing your job
much longer." Spring tried her best to avoid being breathed on as she helped Summer to her bedroom. "You look like crap,
amazing crap, but still crap."
"Where's the email, Two?" Summer asked as she pushed Spring away. "I need to talk to this careless asshole."
Spring sighed but grabbed Summer around the waist again. She helped Summer to her room and into bed. "Get some rest,"
Spring said, but whispered, "while I disinfect the apartment again."
"Stop sulking around the house. You're probably too good for him anyway." Summer coughed then burrowed herself under her
blanket.
"I'm not sulking." Spring rolled her eyes. "Just nervous about the photo shoot today, that's all." Spring made sure the remote to
her sister's wall mounted television and her cell phone were both in reach then turned to leave. She approached the door but
looked back, "I'll bring home dinner."
After a dismissive wave from Summer, Spring left the room, closing the door behind her. She had a few hours before she had to
leave for the job she landed by the skin of her teeth. If it hadn't been for the photographer's assistant needing to use the
bathroom and seeing her sitting beside another model, she wouldn't have gotten the job.
Apparently, the assistant thought that she and the other model, the one she sat beside, looked great together. Spring collected
some cleaning products from under the bathroom sink as she thought of how excited she and Brandi were when they were

offered the job. Knowing she was going to have someone with her during the shoot gave her a bit more confidence.
Frowning, she looked out over the germ-infested kitchen and living room. Maybe cleaning would calm her nerves and keep her
mind off Dez.