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He whined loudly when the doctor’s hands left his skin, and twisted to look back over his shoulder. He heard the rasp of a zipper. His eyes caught Groves’ and the doctor’s gaze speared him with a dark intensity as his hands moved. Tom saw the golden square packet on the periphery of his vision, and it became clearer as the doctor lifted it to his teeth to tear off the edge, maintaining eye contact when he tugged the pack open and began to ease the condom out with just his fingertips.
