Lily's POV
I spent the entire day feeling like my nerves were vibrating under my skin. No matter what I tried to distract myself with, reading, unpacking a few of my things, even reorganizing the vanity table in the room Dante assigned to me, I couldn’t stop thinking about the “treatment” scheduled for tonight. What had in really gotten myself into?
He had explained it before, clinically and calmly, but the reality of it settled over me only today, heavy and warm and impossible to ignore. The idea that anything intimate would happen between us, even under the excuse of therapy, kept twisting in my stomach. Not completely with fear. Not at all.
By the time night fell, every sound in the penthouse made me jump. When Dante finally knocked on my door, I nearly dropped the brush in my hand
