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My fingers curl into the sheets.

I need something more. But I can’t ask for that. I can’t say that?—

He slides a finger down to my entrance.

My breathing stops.

“Is this okay?” His voice is strained.

“Yes,” I say, way too quickly.

He pushes inside, and I instantly know this is going to be over quickly.

He curls his finger and finds a spot inside me that makes my entire body jerk, while his thumb keeps steady pressure on my clit. It builds and builds and builds, until I feel like a rubber band being pulled from both ends. No, not a rubber band. Something larger than that. Something wound too tight for too long. Something that has been sitting inside me for years without me knowing it, made of stress and loneliness and resentment.

“I’m close,” I breathe.

He speeds up.

Whatever is inside of me snaps, and I explode. For a few seconds, I am nothing but sensation. My body clenches around him as his fingers keep moving, carefully drawing it out until I’m trembling, oversensitive, and making sounds I’ll probably remember later and want to die.

“Fuck,” he says in a low voice.

Once I’ve come down from the most powerful orgasm of my life, I look at him. He’s breathing heavily, still with his face angled away from me. His jaw is tight, his shoulders rigid, and one hand is braced against his thigh.

Oh no, I think, as I understand with sudden horrible clarity that I may never be normal around this man again.

“Thanks,” I whisper. Because what the fuck else am I supposed to say?

He gently withdraws his fingers and stands. He still won’t look at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, then he turns and walks out of the room.

FIVE

The fever disappeared almost instantly. Dr. Shaw told me I was free to go home and to just let them know when we needed a room again. They didn’t even keep me for observation. That’s how sure they were of the effect of the… treatment.

I’m in bed now, staring at my ceiling. It’s late, and I should probably try to sleep, but I can’t. I’m waiting for Annie to come home from work so she can help me sort through what just happened to me.

The second I hear the front door open, I bolt out of bed and scramble into our shared living room. She looks up at me, startled.

“Jesus—you scared me,” she says, dropping her backpack on the floor and toeing off her shoes.

The confession tumbles out of me. “Mr. Bennett gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I think I have a crush on him now.”

She raises her hand. “Let me change out of my scrubs first, and then we’ll havethatconversation.”

Ten minutes later, we’re both on the couch in our pajamas.

“I can’t believe R2-D2 has magic fingers,” Annie says, taking a sip from her wine glass.

I shake my head and smile. “It was fucking incredible. He even did the pinch-and-roll.”

She tips her head back and groans. “I fucking love the pinch-and-roll.”

I go over the entire event, from start to finish, in minute detail. She listens intently, reacting appropriately with gasps and oh-my-gods.

“And oh,” I say. “The bed had stirrups. How disgusting is that? Like they did mean for me to?—”

Annie’s expression changes slightly. “It’s not an RHV thing. That room used to be part of maternity.”