Page 48 of Misery and Ecstasy

I think back to yesterday afternoon, when she seemed satisfied that I had somewhere to be so I would leave her house.

I’m no therapist, but before my mom got sick, I was pretty good at reading others. And what I’m reading from the doc right now is that she’s as confused about her feelings for me as I am about her.

The desire to help her figure out which of her feelings she should give into is strong.

“Anyway, do you want some water or something?”

“Yes, please. Water sounds great after all that talking.”

“Sure thing, Doc.”Call me McKinsey… Her request from yesterday taunts me. “Follow me.”

I look back at her a couple times, she gnaws at her lip as though she’s afraid she’s going to run into someone else. The kitchen is empty when we get there, thankfully. I’m assuming Royce and Delilah left as soon as I got Maggie out of here. The others have obviously cleared off to their own spaces too.

I grab a glass from the cabinet, fill it with water, then hand it over.

“Thank you.” Her eyes don’t meet mine as she accepts the glass.

I lean back against the counter before folding my arms and crossing my feet at the ankles.

“So is there anything I should be worried about?” My eyes lift to the ceiling, signaling to the doc that I’m referring to Maggie. “She was saying some pretty dark shit right before you got here. I just need to know if I have to put her on suicide watch or not.”

My eyes are glued to her sexy mouth as she finishes her water and then licks a droplet from her lower lip.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I close my eyes to keep her from seeing the want I know must be glowing in them.

“Well, you know what I talk about with my patients is confidential?—”

“Oh, come on, Doc.” I blink lazily at her and pull my bottom lip through my teeth. “I know you haven’t forgotten that we operate a little differently than your usual patients.”

I wish I could say this was all part of my plan to fuck with her. To really try to make her decide how she truly feels about me.

But the desire running through me… The lip biting…

It’s not intentional.

It’s happening naturally.

Whether I want it to or not.

What the fuck?

I’m flirting like I never have before, and I’m barely batting an eye. I don’t even have to think about it. There’s something about her that makes it so easy to forget whatever the fuck I’m dealing with and just …be.

“Wha-” Her voice gets caught in her throat forcing her to clear it, and a sly smile spreads across my face. “What I was going to say is, what I talk about with my patients is confidential, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

When my only response is a cock of my eyebrow, she sighs and elaborates.

“She told me she has had suicidal thoughts before, but it’s more like an outpouring of emotion than a true desire of hers. I’d check in with her, though, make sure she’s not exhibiting any odd behavior.”

The doc takes another drink as she threads a lock of hair between her fingers. I swear, she’s getting revenge for the fuck-me eyes I just threw her way.

Fuck.

I want to lose myself in the scent of her shampoo.

Or in the taste of her pussy… Straight from the source this time.

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