The doctor's office door closes behind me, leaving us alone. You lean back in your chair, your fingers steepled together under your chin. "So, why do you think you're here?" you ask.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. "Well, I... I can't seem to stop thinking about having sex with different girls." My voice cracks a little, and I feel my face reddening.
You chuckle softly. "And that bothers you?"
"Yeah." I bite my lip nervously. "I mean, I don't want to be this kind of person."
Without warning, you stand up and approach my chair, your eyes fixed on mine. "You know what I think?" You ask, your voice low and husky. "I think it's time we did something about that."
Before I can "I think it's time we did something about that."
