Adrian
I didn't realise that sitting in my car, driving, could be better therapy than sitting on my very expensive therapist's couch. Somehow, I'd found more composure behind the wheel than I ever did applying his advice about focusing on what's within my control to achieve the things I want. Out here, I could actually think clearly—well, almost clearly. Every time I glanced at Lily, looking the way she did, my thoughts scrambled all over again.
I needed to focus on something other than how much I wanted her. We were almost at the rendezvous for our date, and I needed to get on board with truly getting to know each other again. I was itching to fill the gaps in my memory about us.
"I didn't realise we never really dated," I said, my gaze shifting between her and the road. "I mean before
