The next day, Luther and I went to an apartment where Erik was having his therapy session. I just finished filling up the form and gave it back to Erik’s secretary.
We’re the only ones waiting on the bench while staring at a green wall in front of us. When I looked at my side, Luther was tapping his left leg while his arm was stretched over to my shoulder.
“You know I could join you in your session with Erik,” he suggested.
“It’s supposed to be just me and him,” I reminded him. My words seemed to have triggered his possessiveness because he drew me closer to him and encased me between his arms. I was leaning on his hard chest and inhaling his masculine scent when he kissed the top of my head.
“I don’t know if I could survive sitting here knowing you’re having a private conversation wit
