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in my own
fucking office.
    I could
almost hear the sound of my watch ticking. For a solid minute, neither of us
said anything. We just sat, looking at one another, wondering if this had
actually happened, and what it meant, and what we could do.
    Answer:
she left my office immediately, and resigned from being my patient.
    Secondary
answer: nothing. Because even the first answer didn't matter. Even if she would
agree to going from is to was , you can't change the circumstances
of how you meet. I would always be known as her doctor. She would always be my
patient.
    My patient.
    My little
fox.
    “I'm
sorry,” she said, a mask of sudden fear across her face. “Oh my God. I'm so
sorry.”
    “Don't
be,” I said quickly. “Don't say anything like that, Mia. You've done nothing
wrong.”
    Suddenly,
bliss shifted to a sense of dread, and I could feel it wash through the room
like a cold draft.
    “You can
trust me,” she said. “I would never hurt you. I'll never tell.”
    I nodded.
And then, as if the words themselves were an anchor, I started to sink.
    “I'm not
afraid,” I told her.
    She still
said nothing. She just looked at me, as if thinking that maybe, possibly, I did
this with all of my young patients. If I was insane enough to fuck her on my
desk, what would have stopped me from trying it with someone else?
    “You're
not?” she asked. “How could you say that?”
    And then,
on cue, because these things always seem to be, a sudden knock rattled against
the door.
    Both of
us took a long breath before I stood, extending a hand.
    “Don't
worry,” I told her, and our palms kissed, squeezed, fell. “Okay?”
    She wavered
in her spot for another second. I lingered anxiously, standing about a head
taller than her, wanting nothing more to wrap my arms around her and tell her
that everything was going to be okay. I was the idiot, the fucking fool. Not
her.
    “Okay,”
she finally said.
    “Come
back next week, and I'll let you know the results of your monitor,” I wrote her
an appointment card, scribbling my phone number at the bottom. “Take this, too.
It's my personal cell. Strictly for medical inquiries, alright? I mean that.”
    She
nodded, and I could already sense the shift in our dynamic. There was no going
back after this.
    So I
watched her leave. It was the only thing I could do.

 

Chapter 7
    MIA

 
 
 
 
    So Dr.
Greene had fucked me.
    Or, it
didn't feel like fucking, rather. It felt passionate. The way he moved,
the way he whispered.
    Dr.
Greene fucked me. A patient. On his desk.
    Things
like this don't happen.
    They
don't.
    Until
they do.
    I was up
all night on the evening before finals, and days before that, just replaying
the scene in my head. Each time, the pictures became clearer and clearer: the
first kiss, the way his fingers brushed against my jawline, the way lips
pressed against mine with an intensity that told me: I've been waiting for
this, forever .
    I stared
at the ceiling fan, listening to the white noise, feeling full of lust and fear
and confusion. Sure, fantasies were one thing – but was this was real. This was
real flesh, and blood, and skin against skin.
    A Harvard
Man. A Cardiologist.
    A doctor
who seemed to not even think twice before pinning me against his desk, as if I
were the only thing he'd ever wanted, and taking me right there.
    Suppressed
moans, subdued whimpers, or the feeling of his breath against my neck.
    I
shivered, drawing the covers up to my chin. My hands fumbled to find that spot
that Dr. Greene had touched, and between my legs the gash throbbed. But I
wasn't wounded – I had only become insatiable.
    I came
twice. It wasn't enough. Closing my eyes, my stomach flip-flopped, and I was
back at square one, unable to sleep.
    How could
he do something so careless?
    Why me?
    Outside,
the palm trees rustled. Branches tapped against my bedroom window. In the dark,
with the passing cars, shadows danced like limbs.
    Sigh
    I picked
up my phone, clicked it so that the