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“You’ve got a thing for names, don’t you?” “You look like some kind of a… I don’t know, old-fashioned medicine guy. No way are you cool enough for Harry Potter.” “You’re dressed like you’re a hundred years old, even though you’re only thirty-three. I mean, look at you.” I wave my hand at him, up and down. “And that somehow doesn’t go with Harry Potter?” “My point is that I can see my face in your shoes.

Something about that word brings back the tingles in my chest and I clear my throat. But if not, we can talk about your urges next week.” “Well, then I’d advise counting to ten,” he responds. Just the fact that I want to say his name, means I shouldn’t ever say it. His name on my lips sounds fresh and new. “What if I get the urge to call you Simon?” “You’ve got the wingtips, dude,” I say, smirking. I know I’m checking him out, unabashedly, but I have a good reason. Then I move my eyes to his starched shirt, his pleated pants, his wingtips. I look at him, his face, his put-together hair, his stubble. It’s a light gray shirt with maroon lettering saying, On a scale of 1 to 10, I’m 9 ¾ obsessed with Harry Potter. Licking my lips, I look away from him and down at the t-shirt I’m wearing. Not that he’s friendly or chatty but he’s well-mannered.Īs I said, very hard – extremely hard – to hate someone who’s so fucking gentlemanly and makes me want to smile, and puts me to sleep. Some patients might still be wary of him, but I’ve seen him always be polite and courteous, opening doors, nodding, dragging out chairs. I’ve heard nurses and techs talking about how nice he is. Not to mention, Renn loves everything about him and the way he handled her short meeting. He put me on sleep meds along with my regular anti-depressant and mood stabilizer. Although, he did fix my medicine-induced insomnia.

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