Page 96 of Brainwashed
His lips do that nanosecond of a quirk. “You would describe it otherwise?”
Gritting my teeth together, I seethe, “You’re the one who can’t let this go now.”
“I’m just trying to figure you out, Felix,” he says evenly. “It’s why I’m here, remember?”
“Okay, okay, Jesus.” I roll my eyes. “You can record if it’s that important to you.”
“I don’t care about that right now.” He folds his hands on his lap. “I want to talk about your feelings regarding your sex life.”
“No.”
“Unfortunately, you don’t call the shots here. Now answer me. Why is it so important to you that I not judge your sexual dalliances with your victims?”
“Dalliances. Another interesting word.” I huff.
“You’re stalling, Felix.”
“You’re annoying,Doctor.”
Our eyes are locked in a battle of stubbornness, his rich bronze meeting my stormy gray while neither of us speaks another word and we just glare at each other. I can see him actively keeping his lips zipped together, and it’s boiling my blood for reasons unknown.
“You can’t win the silent treatment game with me,” I mumble. “I can go days without speaking if I need to.”
He simply cocks a brow at me.
God, this man is infuriating.
We sit in silence for almost five minutes until I flop backward on the couch. “Fuck, this is boring.” My head tilts in his direction. “You’re boring, you know that?” He doesn’t speak. “I’m sure you’ve heard it before.”
Silence.
My eyes go back to the ceiling. “Yea, I’m sure you hear it all the time. You’re probably reallyboringin the sack and that’s why you think I’m unsatisfied with my sex life. Because every woman you’ve ever slept with rushes to the bathroom afterward, vibrator in hand, ready to finish herself off.”
He keeps quiet and I peek at him, smirking. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
Another minute of silence andfinallyhe lets out a slow breath. “I never said you can’t experience pleasure, Felix. I know you can.”
My face springs in his direction. “What?”
His shoulder lifts in a bored shrug. “I’ve seen it.”
My heart comes to a screeching halt.The video of Templeton fucking me against my will…
So hedidsee it.
My stomach twists uncomfortably, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I didn’t want to like that…”
Dr. Love’s expression shifts. His eyes harden and one of his hands squeezes momentarily into a fist. “I know. But still… Your body reacted.”
“Yea… So?”
“What do you think that means?”
“What doyouthink it means?”
“I asked you first.” He gives me a pointed look that has me all tensed up with frustration. He’s annoying me on purpose.
“It means exactly what you said. That my body reacted.” I roll my eyes. “Not everything is emotional, Freud. Some things are strictly physical.”
