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Chapter Nineteen
Jason: You ever wonder if therapists use touch on purpose?
Scottie: You ever wonder why clients flirt to avoid emotional work?
Jason: I flirt because your hand on my thigh makes it impossible not to want you.
Scottie: That definitely sounds like a you problem.
Jason: Sounds like a very wet dream I had last night.
Scottie: Let me guess. I was massaging your quad and accidentally slipped.
Jason: Accidentally? No. You made direct eye contact while you slid your hand higher and told me to breathe through the tension.
Scottie: So, your dream self is just as inappropriate as your authentic self. Good to know.
Jason: Dream-you also told me to count out loud while you stroked my cock. Real professional of you.
Scottie: Clearly, dream-me has boundary issues, but not to worry, I know where to stop.
Jason: Let me tell you, dream-you has great rhythm and knows how to use her tongue.
Scottie: I assume dream-you lost the ability to speak after I throat punched him?
Jason: Whoa, what’s with the aggression?
Scottie: I can’t get into this with a client.
Jason: I’m not just any client.
Scottie: Yeah, I’m also your friend’s little sister. Remember Leif?
Jason: Nope, I have no idea who he is.
Scottie: We should keep this professional.
Jason: Are you sure? Because last night’s dream makes me want a lot more. You straddled me on the table and told me I’d earned a different kind of release. I want it.
Scottie: You’re lucky I’m not documenting this for your patient file.
Jason: You’re lucky I’m not texting you a picture of exactly how hard that file is making me right now.
Scottie: Please don’t.
Jason: You say that, but I know what your real “don’t” sounds like.
Jason: I also know what your don’t sounds like when you’re scared of wanting the same thing I do.
Scottie: I don’t do scared.
Jason: No. You just keep your armor on so tight it squeaks.
Scottie: I say don’t because I know what happens if I let myself want more.
Jason: What happens?
Scottie: I stop thinking. I stop caring that you’re my client. That my license is on the line. That I’m supposed to help fix your knee and get you back in the game—not fuck up your life.
