Post-Procedure Care
We sat in awkward silence in his living room. I had a scotch while he had tea. I've never had to cuddle with all the women I've slept with. Well, except for Jasmine. But even then, it was never this awkward. And we did not even sleep together. After a while, he sighed. "Are you all right?" he asked, squinting as if I was blinding him with my silence. His face was a mixture of guilt and worry. "I think I am. I'm just... I've never done anything like that or this before," I told him honestly. "What do you mean you haven't done something like this?" he c****d his head. "I don't do, uh, post-whatever conversations," I said, sipping my scotch. His eyes narrowed. "What do you do then?" "Sleep? Leave? I don't stay for morning coffee. Or scotch," I raised my glass
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