FORTY-ONE
I'm ashamed to say I cried myself to sleep. What had I expected? Nathan had had years of being able to pull any girl he wanted. A damaged doctor who still had occasional nightmares from five years ago wasn't even a blip on his dating radar.
When the morning sun streamed in, reality dawned with it. Nathan had given me a precious gift last night, even if he hadn't given me all of himself. He was the only one who could play my body like that and I was profoundly grateful that he had. None of my dreams were nightmares after that. And he did want me – he'd said so and I'd seen it in his eyes. He wasn't the first man to suffer impotence as a result of psychological trauma. If I helped him with the trauma, maybe I'd be able to help him with other things, too. All in good time.
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