EMILY
Meowly's rough tongue tickles me, and I can't help but be utterly amused. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Dr. Greene’s a cat owner. It's so unexpected, but that seems to be the theme with him.
"Here, drink this. You might need it," he says, offering me a glass of red wine instead of the water I asked for. I let Meowly down and took the glass from his hand, giving it a cautious sniff.
"Don’t worry, I didn’t put any drug in it. "
Is he a mind reader or what? "O- Of course you didn’t. That thought didn’t even cross my mind. "
He stands in front of me, another glass in hand, and takes a big gulp before speaking again. "Finished your prescription?" he asks. Oh right, I almost forgot he's my gynecologist.
"I still have another week before it runs out."
"Alright, jus
