Benjamin's eyes shot open. He was staring at his ceiling. Silence filled the room. Thank goodness... I'm in my room. In my bed.
Ever since the abrupt heat cycle, the nature of Benjamin's dreams had shifted. They were no longer nightmares of his past, but vivid, lewd visions of Charles doing unspeakable things to him.
It's because I see him too often! He scolded himself, sitting up and rubbing his face. I need to stay busy. I need to get him out of my head.
These thoughts hounded him throughout the week. He tried to focus on his patients, but his mind would wander to Charles. The purple orchids Charles had brought for his parents. They remind me of his eyes, he thought, then immediately shook his head. If he were just an arrogant, pompous jerk, I could brush him aside. But he isn't.
"Benjamin?"
He blinked, coming back to the present. Wren was looking at him with concern. They were sitting in a small, upscale restaurant in a private room Wren had insisted on booking.
