Chapter 2
Sophia’s POV
“The sound of a deep voice like yours sometimes. The way fabric rubs right against my c**t when I walk. Even the smell of clean male skin or aftershave. It’s humiliating. I feel like such a f*****g freak.”
“My last doctor just gave me antidepressants and said it was all in my head, just anxiety. But it’s not anxiety. It’s like my p***y has a mind of its own and it wants c**k twenty-four seven.”
“I wake up soaked and aching every morning, I go to bed soaked and aching every night, and in between I’m fighting the urge to grind against anything I can find just to get a little relief.”
The words hung thick in the air between us and I felt my face flush even deeper, but Dr. Vale simply closed the file and stood up from his chair like this was the most normal conver
