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xxiv.

I saw the challenge in her eyes, and I took it. Let the lies commence. "Oh really, I'm bad at giving head? Then what are you?"

"Oh, I assure you that I can-"

"You two, please." Rebecca put her hands out. "I didn't realize this was a sensitive subject. Let's talk this out peacefully. Emilia, voice your concerns first, please."

My nemesis glared at me, no doubt formulating her lies, before saying, "He isn't satisfying me."

I barked out a laugh, but Rebecca silenced me with a look. "In what ways is he not satisfying you, Emilia?"

Her lips twitched upward, as if she enjoyed dehumanizing me. Which I'm sure she did. "He prioritizes himself."

"Bullshit," I spat. "What about last night? When I made you come three times on my face?"

I reveled in the blush that rose to her cheeks at my blatant lie. God, this was fun. "Shut up. And it was not three times."

"I'm pretty sure it was."

"You're mistaken. It was only once, if that."

I turned to Rebecca, who was taking notes on our conversation. "Trust me, she came three times."

The therapist seemed unphased, as if this topic of conversation was brought up a lot. "Emilia voiced her issues with your sex. What are yours, Augustus?"

I shrugged, as if this weren't bothering me at all. As if I weren't imagining Emilia writhing beneath me as I kneeled between her legs. "It's just boring."

"Boring?" Emilia echoed from beside me.

"Yes." I turned to her. "Boring."

"How is it boring?" Rebecca asked.

"Yeah, Augustus, how is it boring?" Emilia repeated, eyes narrowing into slits.

"You barely ever want to have sex in the first place. And when you do, it lasts ten minutes, and then you fall asleep."

Emilia crossed her arms across her chest, and it took every inch of self-restraint to not glance down. "I'm a medical student. Of course, I'm tired."

"You're not a medical student yet. We're in our second year of the Harvard undergraduate program."

"Harvard?" Rebecca interrupted.

"Oh, right. We're from Harvard. We're in California for a college program," Emilia explained, seeming grateful to talk about something other than sex.

And so was I, because fuck. Those images of Emilia running through my mind...

"Wow, that's amazing. Congratulations, you two." Rebecca smiled at the both of us. "Now, unfortunately, I'm not a sex therapist. I could refer you to one-"

"No!" Emilia and I shouted at the same time.

The therapist furrowed her brows. "Okay then... well, my suggestion to you both would be to find more time to enjoy yourselves. Talk about ways to make it not boring and satisfying for the both of you. Does you both promise to do that?"

"Yes," I mumbled, trying not to think of all the ways I could satisfy Emilia. She just nodded beside me.

"Perfect. Now, your file says you two were constantly fighting, and I believe that you mentioned that concern earlier as well. Could you two delve into why these arguments arise?"

"It's mainly Augustus' fault," Emilia started, sending a sharp glare my way. "He's too competitive."

"I'm competitive?" I scoffed. "You're one to talk."