KEIRA’s POV
Nothing was stopping me from going to Clint's apartment, yet I kept giving it a second thought, which was so unlike me. I never gave anything a second thought. I simply acted. Most especially when it came to s*x and finding pleasure.
So, as I stared at his home address for the umpteenth time that week, I thought that maybe, just maybe, Clint's therapy was working its magic on me. As we discussed in a session, I was combating my urges and impulses and not bursting in through his door like a s*x-starved maniac.
If controlling how regularly I m*********d also counted as my urges, then I had been doing a terrible job throughout the week.
Sitting in my car's driver's seat, I checked the time on my phone and sighed. I was running late for school because of Natasha. This was wh
