"So -- fuck -- so how is it all going?"

Jonathan remembered he was a therapist as he lay there, post orgasm, his brain a little slow but he was here, by Edward, trying to keep the session on topic and failing horribly. It was hard, Edward was a tempter and he was a horny idiot - it was a bad combo.

He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, trying to find strength to get up and grab his cigarettes. "She home alone tonight or what?"