Jax walked into my office, uncuffed with one arm in a sling.
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"A little better now that I'm out of that damn bed," he took a seat opposite me, "I hope I didn't get you into any trouble with Jericho."
"No, it's fine, he's fine."
Jax sighed, getting up he came over to my side of the desk and took a seat on it, "Look, Indi, I know this is a messed up situation. I know I'm not supposed to be getting any feelings for you, but you're like this ray of light in my life and I can't help how I feel about you."
"I know, Jax. But... I can't be your therapist while having a relationship with you. It's not right."
"Then get me another therapist. Whatever it takes for us to be able to make this work."
I sat back, staring at him with a frown, "I... I didn't think of that.
