"You have a flush. "I'm taking deep breaths." He grabbed my wrist, pushed his index finger to my pulse point, and counted the seconds on his watch. "Your pulse rate is high."
I had no notion my wrist was an erogenous zone, but every inch of my flesh felt that way in Carl's hands. I took a deep breath. "I'm experiencing an emotional response to things."
As he led me backwards toward a wall, his face was both corrupt and triumphant. He pretended to be concerned. "Do you know what's causing it?"
He wasn't being honest, but I appreciated it. "No... Doctor," I say.
We exploded into flames the moment the words left my lips. At the same time my back met the wall, his lips crashed into mine. His hands were on my waist, then beneath my shirt, going across my stomach and up. As our tongues entwi
