If she left him with blue balls of any sort, he'd kick her ass. She'd better not grow a conscience at the last second and think this was wrong. Isn't this something she'd always wanted anyway? Maybe he was a little lonely. Everyone had gone on to have their happy endings, and here he was stuck all by himself with his only friends of Vicodin and Scotch. He wasn't thrilled about it in the slightest. His hands rand down her back to rest in the small space above her ass before one hand decided to reach down and give it a squeeze anyway. Cameron had always had a nice one, not as good as Cuddy's but it wasn't a cardboard cutout either.