“Right. Well, I think we’re done here—” “No!” He grabs the hem of my T-shirt as I try to back away. “Come on, Doc, please. I’ll be so good for you. I won’t say another word, I swear.” I grimace. “See, it still feels like you’re talking about sex—” “Well, what can I do?” He sits up. “You wanna gag me so I can’t talk? Would that make you more comfortable?” I narrow my eyes. “You hear it, right? When you say the words, you’re hearing it?”
God I love Novy
