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She of all people should be aware of the power of connections in high places. I don’t tell her that, though. I’m sure she’s aware of it as well.
“The women he hurt… How he used them… And the others, there must’ve been others.” She sighs. “Makes me sick.”
Suddenly, the air around me starts suffocating me. The doubts I had on Monday resurface, eating at the happy memories Prue and I created this week.
Am I a predator too? A doctor who abuses his power? A repulsive neighbor who breaks into a woman’s apartment for the thrill of invading her privacy?
Am I?
I’d like to think I’m not. I want to believe that since I have Prue’s consent and have had it time and again through her words and her smile, what I’m doing is acceptable.
I’m not molesting women on a massive scale. I don’t look at Prue as a person to abuse and forget the next day.
No. Prue means something to me. Prue meanseverything.
But I am, somewhat, in the wrong.
This duplicity game has to end. I have to come clean to Prue about my past, and how conflicted I am about the way I touched her in my clinic. Have to tell her that we can still role-play if she likes. As a patient, though? It has to end immediately.
I owe it to her to set boundaries. For her, to protect her.
When I’m not her doctor, I’m free to do anything I wish. When I’m with Prue, I’m hers and she’s mine.
I just need to get this off my chest, and until then, I can’t do our lunch breaks and pretend everything’s fine. It’s not a twenty-minute conversation, not a thirty-minute one either.
“You’re right, Dana, I have to go.”
“Take care, Theo,” she whispers, and a moment before she cuts the call, growls, “and fuck him.”
I nod to myself once, setting the phone aside.
“Theo?”
I’ll recognize Prue’s voice, scent, and aura anywhere. Even with my back to her. Even with a thousand thoughts running rampant in my head. I’ll still recognize her.
“Prue.” I rise and turn to her.
The sight of her injects sunlight into my scorched heart.
The bun on the top of her head fell askew sometime during the day, making her young features even more adorable. The curl of her lips is an invitation to kiss her and listen to her. Fall for her.
And her curves. Even dressed in her blue scrubs, the peaks of her breasts are outlined, the shape of her hips accentuated.
My fingers itch to hurt, caress, and mark her. My cock throbs from not being inside her in four goddamn days.
For a moment, I forget about the conversation with Dana.
Prue Bishop is the most beautiful woman in the world. The only thing that exists.
The feeling doesn’t last, though. This gorgeous ray of light doesn’t thaw the ice covering my soul altogether. I have to respect the decision I’ve made. I don’t intend to start our relationship without having her forgiveness for what I did on Monday.
Pulling the brakes on what we have agonizes me. But it’s the only way to go.
Soon enough, she’ll have me. All of me.
Until then, I’ll be there to watch her beautiful face at night.
“Is everything okay?” Her smile wanes when I don’t answer.
