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She yelled at the top of her lungs from the sudden motion: “JONATHAN!”

A peeved look flashed across her face when I gently set her down on her plush bed. Her pursed lips formed the cutest pout, making me laugh.

“I didn’t realize you were close enough to your neighbors to introduce me to them on a weekly basis,” I said.

Lina scoffed, pushing her hair out of her face. “I take back calling you a good boy,” she bit.

I tipped my head to the side and smirked. “That’s alright, Darling. You can just keep yelling my name instead. At least all your neighbors will still know I’m yours.”

A sharp tug on my hand made me topple over her, our breaths mingling just centimeters apart again. My girlfriend’s expression softened as her hand reached up to push my hair out of my eyes.

“I’m yours, too,” she said. I laughed, squeezing her in a sudden and tight embrace. “Jonathan!”

I hummed against the corner of her lips, ready to kiss her. She pushed me away gently, just far enough to look at me with frustrated eyes.

“You’re supposed to give me a good-night kiss as my reward, remember?” she stated.

“Only if you say my name loud and proud as you come,” I said. “Let them know who I am and what I do to you.”

Red bloomed on the apples of her cheeks. “Fine.”

“Now that’s a good girl,” I cooed, shifting over her body to tug off the sweatpants and panties she had on. I kissed her inner thigh. She whimpered softly. “Say my name, Lina.”

“Jonathan,” she murmured.

“Good girl,” I hummed.

Her hand reached out to my fringe and gripped it until my scalp stung. “Be a good boy and give me my kiss.”

I smirked. Her eyes sparkled with delight as my chest expanded with the deep inhale I made. I needed all the oxygen I could get before diving into her ocean to swallow down her throbbing pearl and give her the kiss she demanded.

I am a good boy after all.

CHAPTER 39

Lina

There was a heavy tension in the air as a patient stood at the cash register with knitted brows and a pursed lip. The customer started yelling at Grace, who was the technician assigned to the register for the next two hours.

“The pharmacist told me I needed pre-authorization for my prescription, and I had to step out to call my doctor back. She already approved it and said she sent over the prescription electronically,” said the woman. Her voice rose in a quick crescendo, echoing in our nearly empty waiting area. “But you’re still telling me it’s not going through because it wasn’t pre-authorized? Do you know how much time you’re wasting? I don’t have time to wait for you guys to fill the prescription that’s already been authorized!”

Jonathan and I shared a glance. Ironically, he was just on the computer sending PA requests to various providers’ offices for the prescriptions we received mid-morning. Hers had more than likely already been sent to her doctor, or will be soon. I nodded at him since he had been stuck on hold with an insurance company for the last few minutes. He nodded back. Without another wasted second, I walked over to the register. The patient turned to glare at me. Grace stepped away and allowed me to take over at once.

“You! You were the one that told me I needed authorization for my medication. My doctor already did that! That’s why she gave me a prescription in the first place,” she said, practically snarling at me.

Anger turned her skin into a ruddy color. Her eyes narrowed into slits as her mouth parted to say more. Before she could, I spoke up.

“Ma’am, as I explained to you earlier, a prior authorization is when your health insurance company wants your doctor to send them documentation about why you need your medication. It’s not our pharmacy asking for that information. It’s your insurance. We’ve already sent a request to your doctor to send those forms to them,” I explained, as calmly and politely as I could.

“Once everything is submitted, your insurance company will review the documents and the prescription your doctor requested,” I continued. “This process may take several business days. They will either approve, deny, or ask for more documentation from your doctor. I suggest you call your healthcare insurance company if you have any questions or concerns about this process.”

Visibly, the anger that flared across her cheeks cooled. However, she still stood there with her mouth twisted into a frown. “Well,” she said sharply. “Can’t you call my insurance company for me instead?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Unfortunately, when it comes to prior authorizations, pharmacies can only call insurance companies for status updates,” I said.

She gave me a withering look, and the most I could do was give her a small but still polite smile.

“Fine, I’ll just call them myself then,” she muttered.