I’m aware of two things.
The first is that therapy isn’t for me.
And the second is that the man with the most intense blue eyes who is sitting across from me hasn’t stopped watching me since I entered the room.
I have no idea what he’s looking at.
I’m not creeped out like I am with Noah who, so far, has left me alone. With this handsome stranger, I feel…curious, I guess. He looks to be in his late twenties and on the “outside,” I’m sure he doesn’t lack admirers.
With that dirty blond hair which falls in just the right way that accents his sharp jaw and luscious mouth, and a body which looks toned, and covered in some tattoos, I know he would probably just look at someone with those inquisitive eyes and game over.
But not me.
Even though I was drugged out of my mind yesterday, I’m pr
