The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Proof I Can Feel

Apr
03

“You know I’m not that kind of doctor,” Bruce points out in his usual mellow tone.

Natasha pops up on the bed anyway and tilts her head playfully. “Am I that bad a patient?” She leans forward ever so slightly, flirtatious cant of her lips, lets him chew on that as he decides whether or not she actually means it.

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