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“Because of of M.”
She asks what I’ve been too afraid to think about. “Are you sexually attracted to W?”
I shift in my chair as my fingers play with the hem of my shirt. “A little bit,” I whisper.
A slight smile tips the corners of Dr. Thompson smiles lips patiently as she says, “There’s nothing wrong with finding other people attractive. It’s what you do with that attraction that matters.”
Doesn’t she understand that I don’t want to feel attracted to him at all?
“I think I’m drawn to him because of this strange closeness I feel.” The fact he feels the same way makes it even worse.
Luke isn’t trying to bury his feelings or maintain a distance.
That scares me more.
“You shared a very personal experience with him, something that ties you two together in a very intimate way. It would be difficultnotto feel connected to him.”
As I release a steady breath into the atmosphere, I silently wonder what the best course of action is. It would be so much easier if Dr. Thompson could just tell me what to do. But I know she won’t because this is something I need to figure out on my own.
All I can do is follow my heart and hope no one gets hurt.
CHAPTER 5
CASSIDY
“You know that what you’re wearing is the antithesis of sexy, right?”
I glance at the blue scrubs and fake stethoscope dangling from around my neck before arching a brow at Brooklyn. Her assessment of my Halloween costume isn’t off target.
“I wasn’t going for sexy.” Unlike a certain someone who shall remain nameless, I’m not trolling for a little hookup action tonight.
Brooklyn, who happens to be a champ at multitasking, adds the finishing touches to her smoky eye before huffing, “Mission accomplished, nurse Ratched. No one will mistake you for sexy.”
My brows snap together. “That’s Dr. Jameson, to you.”
Her only reaction is to roll her eyes. After two and a half months of rooming together, I’m more than used to Brooklyn’s attitude. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I’m barely affected by it.
My roomie’s costume on the other hand is sex personified. She’s poured her curvy body into a tight, black bodysuit before adding a pair of midnight colored cat ears on top of her wildmane of blonde hair. There’s a long tail pinned to her ass and black whiskers painted on her cheeks.
I’m almost afraid of the trouble she’ll find tonight.
And the comments…
My god the comments.
I can almost hear them now.
“Is there any way I can talk you out of wearing that?” I ask in a tone filled with hope.
She swings toward me with a grin lighting up her face. “Nope.” The word comes out sounding more likenooooooopebefore popping the P at the end.
My face scrunches. “There’ll be no end to the pussy comments you’ll have to endure.”
Her green eyes turn decidedly sly. “As long as they’re made by hot, muscly-type football players, I’m perfectly fine with it.”
Ugh.
Bad answer.
