The Germaphobe Doctor's Unclean Ex-Girlfriend

Summary

I had been chewed out by my boss today and worked late, dragging my exhausted body back to the home I shared with Dr. Julian Thorne.

As soon as I opened the door, Julian, sitting upright at his desk, said without changing his expression, "Change your slippers, take a shower."

I took a deep breath. Having just been criticized by my boss, maybe the anger went to my head, or maybe I just snapped. Tears of grievance fell. Instead of changing my slippers, I carelessly threw my bag and lay directly on the sofa.

"Julian, let's break up."