Page 89 of The Keeper

His question floored me, sending a searing pain through my chest. I crammed the surge of emotion back down where it belonged. Exhaling slowly, I chose my words with care.

“I let myself get too close to someone too fast.”

“A female someone?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m assuming the physical intimacy isn’t the issue.”

I smirked. “No. Not at all.”

“What did she need from you?”

The familiar swelling of my own short-comings filled me. “I don’t know.”

“Do you want her to need you?”

“I think so.”

“What happened?”

“She’s going through something quite emotional with her family. I… when I met her I didn’t know any of that so we just…there was a lot of sex.”

Dr. Frances nodded and wrote down a few more notes.

“But,” I paused, “I started to think maybe…” I stopped. There’s no way this guy was going to hear everything. “It was just a casual fling.”

“Did any of your sexual encounters involve activities you’ve said you wanted to avoid?”

My jaw tightened. “Somewhat.”

“Was she open to it?”

I shoved a hand in my hair, pulling at it. All I could see was Victoria between my legs on her knees, looking up at me, worshiping my cock. All I could hear were her soft moans and demands for more out on the patio. All I could feel was her.

“Yes.”

“How long have you known her?”

“Not long. She was only here for a few days visiting from the States.”

Dr. Frances nodded, making more notes.

“Some physical relationships can be very intense,” he said, tapping his pen on the pad.

“Intense is an understatement,” I admitted.

“When was the last time you spoke to her?”

“Yesterday.”

“And was that the first contact you’ve had with her since she left?”

I nodded. “I was with her a week ago. She left last Wednesday. I sort of—“ I remembered how I’d phrased it to her “—ignored life for a few days after that.”

“You shut down.”

“Yeah.”

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