“I’ll fit on that couch,” I inform her, although I sincerely hope that by the time it’s time for bed, I’ll be in the king with her. Harper is gorgeous, smart, and completely fuckable. And I’ve recently had a dry streak when it comes to sex. I don’t do relationships. Ever. My schedule is too messy, and I’m married to the hospital. No woman should feel like she’s secondary to anything, especially a job, and that is unapologetically my priority in life. But I have casual sex down to a science.
