The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

20 | GOODNIGHT

[SEXUAL CONTENT]

"Whatever you want," is Dex's reply, and I don't think twice before I take a step forward, ready to follow him into his apartment. He takes the hint, turning around and unlocking his front door, pushing it open a moment later. He closes the door after I enter.

We weren't stuck in the elevator for long. Just like the last time it happened, with Mrs. Henderson, it was fixed in minutes. I could still go to the house. I could still pursue my plans with the copycat if I have time. Sure, this whole thing has put quite a hiccup in my evening plans, but it wouldn't be difficult to get back on track.

I turn around to face him, once I'm inside the apartment, and find him already walking towards me. Seconds later his hands are on my hips and he's pulling me close again. I don't resist at all, grasping his shirt to ground myself, and then his face is in my neck. He doesn't do anything but talk, though.

"What now?" Which I assume is his way of figuring out if we're on the same page. I take pause when he asks me that, feeling his hands move from my hips to my waist, before one circles around the small of my back.

I should go home. This is a bad idea and I know it, but it's just... so difficult for me to set boundaries with him. That's not his fault. He seems to care very much about making sure I'm okay with whatever he's doing. That's also the problem. I'm okay with him doing whatever the hell he wants, and I shouldn't be.

It's difficult for me to set these boundaries because I don't want them in the first place.

My hands slowly move to his shoulders, and I try not to feel distracted by how fit he is. I need to get out of this, even if I don't want to. I know how bad of an idea it is, I'm the only one between us who knows my identity. I'm the only one who knows how this ends.

"We... maybe we shouldn't do this."

"Do what?"

Okay, he might have me there. It's not like either of us has voiced what's really going on right now.

"The... anatomy lesson, I don't know." I'm distracted by his face in my neck, and it's making it harder to talk, which is why I'm thankful when he pulls away so he can face me head-on. Our faces are still really close, though.

"Why?" He sounds as breathless as I feel. I gulp, trying to come up with any way to phrase this that doesn't immediately make me look suspicious. I come up blank, so I decide to go with the least incriminating of the options I can think of right now.

"I can't tell you."

Dex quirks an eyebrow, scanning my face up and down. I know that he probably wants to ask why again, but he doesn't. Instead, he purses his lips, looking conflicted. His hands begin to remove themselves from where they're wrapped around me, and that is not what I want. So, I talk again.

"I mean, w-we can do other things, but... I don't know if anything sexual would be a great idea." Actually, I do know. I know it would be a horrible idea, in fact. He's the lead investigator of my case, for the love of fucking god.