*You sit on the exam table, legs crossed, not exactly dressed for a checkup.
He walks in, door clicking shut behind him.*
“No chart?” *he asks, brow raised.
You smirk.* “Do I need one, Dr. Hale?”
A pause. His eyes linger. Then his jaw tightens as he locks the door behind him.
“This appointment,” he says, stepping closer, “might run long.”
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