She gave his question some thought. Gene was giving her great orgasms, and he was opening up a completely new sexual side she'd never imagined. All without the pressure of demanding sex from her. The average woman should have found this anamazing and freeing experience.
Except…
"Because it makes me feel like he's not really truly there. Like he's not into it the way I am."
Those words burned. And she couldn't avoid the crux of the matter. When they were together, she loved the way he challenged her but also made her so emotionally vulnerable. It didn't matter how much he listened, obeyed, or claimed to be salivating. At the end of the day, the wall never came down.
Murph seemed to understand her silence. "There's your answer. You deserve someonewho will give you everything."
"Ending it would be best, I guess. Should I end it before Friday's date to theRocky Horror Picture Show?" She'd been looking forward to it since Veteran'sDay… and dreading it a tiny bit for every reason she'd mentioned.
"Why? Because you don't think you're going to get married? Consider this a learning experience. Not every relationship is permanent. It doesn't mean you aren't learning about yourself or that it wasn't a lot of fun."
"I could use fun." She noticed the clock on the wall was showing almost noon. "Oh, no. I'm going to be late for lecture."
“I’ll walk you up.”
“Okay. Can you please keep this between us?” She didn’t need more embarrassment.
“Of course.”
This was hell Sean decided after escorting Lillian up to the pediatric conference room.
Not only was he forbidden from interviewing the two missing girls’ families, but he was stuck discussing sex with the woman he wasn't allowed to have sex with.
And worse, said woman didn’t know how her voice changed when talking about their dates. It was the same voice she used during their encounters and the one that haunted his dreams.
He thought about going down to the cafeteria and finding something to eat. Most days he’d cruise the cafeteria looking for out of place people. He'd yet to find El Socio or anything more interesting than a homeless person and an occasional upset family member.
According to the nurses, the snow was keeping the visitors down more than usual, which he couldn't say made him sad.
Another option was to go to the break room and spend time with the nurses. Through his past three weeks, he'd not found any shred of interesting gossip beyond which medical students the nurses were willing to date.
The medical student whose stock was currently the highest was Raj from September. He kept stopping by to drop off coffee on a consistent basis. Like police officers, the MetroGen nurses and doctors seemed to mainline the stuff. Should he have cared, he could have discovered secret-courtship rituals related to the MetroGen coffee cart.
He wondered what hot chocolate meant. He’d noticed Lillian had a sweet tooth and tended to buy hot chocolate, unless she was on call, when she bought coffee.
Fuck. Again.
He didn't need to notice that about her.
Instead, he walked to one of the family conference rooms close to the hospital section under construction. The future hyperbaric chamber was sketched out down the hall and there weren’t any exam rooms nearby.
Thus, it was a safer place with low foot traffic to check in.
He dialed the number that would take him through several relays to Charlie.
“Sergeant Layton, Second Precinct. How can I help you?”
“Security guard Murphy.” He made sure the door was closed.
“Hang on, I’ll take this in my office.” There was a pause as she moved. “Is everything okay? I’m going to see you tonight for your makeup.”
“I was checking on the progress of the family interviews.”
“The progress is—everyone hates him.”
“That’s it?”
