#Chapter186
We hadn't talked too in-depth about anything; she said our first real session would start next Saturday. Yet, still, it had left me feeling shaky, violated, and dare I say even a little relieved?
She had told me that there was nothing wrong with me and the mood swings and impulsive behaviour were manageable. I hadn't realized until then how much I had needed to hear that.
Deacon told me that all the time but he didn't fucking count because he would say whatever bullshit I needed to hear if it meant that I would get on my knees for him.
/"She didn't?/" he whispered in mock horror. /"That, I will not stand for. I specifically searched for one who had that exact sofa./"
It had a smile turning my lips. It almost had me forgiving him for being late. Almost.
