My cheeks felt hot. I rummaged through my bag, pretending to search it so I didn’t have to look at him. “Okay. Answer it.” “I wasn’t concerned about your sex life because you were a patient,” he said casually. “I’m concerned about it because I want to fuck your brains out until you lose the ability to walk straight. Unfortunately for me.” I stopped what I was doing. Silence blanketed us.
