Graden crossed to the couch and began taking off his shirt without being asked. Everything about kicking his sugardream habit had gotten easier since the shots—everything except the ghost, and his attraction to Louk. As time went on, he could no longer fool himself that it was the drive that sprang up when he was off the drug, but rather that he was actually interested in the doctor.
“Eager today,” said Louk as he turned from his desk and caught sight of Graden standing shirtless. Graden smiled as the doctor’s eyes ran over his body, then darted away.
“Your treatment’s life-saving.”
“Well, I’m glad it’s working so well for you. Not all my patients have responded as positively.” His voice was carefully neutral, but Graden knew he was disappointed. Floryanne hadn’t returned, and two other
