“You’ve never what?” Jericho asked, studying him intently. Atticus gazed at a spot on the wall over Jericho’s shoulder. “I told you, I’m not gay. I’ve never done…that before. It’s not a big deal. I’m a doctor, I’ve got the mechanics down. Can we just go back to the sex part because the talking part is killing my mood.” He tried to kiss him again, but Jericho held him still, continuing to study him. When Atticus couldn’t take it anymore, he said, “Do you want me to go?”
