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I stare at my ugly canvas and arch an eyebrow.

“Firewood?”

He grins and then picks it up, tucking it under his arm.

“No. I’ll find a place for it.”

“Might be more useful as kindling.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

My heart flutters in my chest.

Fair enough.

Chapter Eighteen

Mitch

“Do you want to talk about why you canceled last week?” my therapist, Paul, asks. I shift in my seat and shake my head.

“Dunno. Just didn’t wanna talk about it.”

I sound like a frat boy on booze. I can’t articulate how afraid I am. How deep down, I worry that perhaps there’s something in me that just can’t be fixed.

“I just wanted to give you the option to talk about it, Mitch. I know that sometimes a therapist isn’t a good fit and we could talk about a transition, if that’s what you’d like.”

My heart clenches in my chest. “I don’t want a transition. I just…I freaked out. About a lot. About the shit I was doing with…another guy and you know, the shit with my dad.”

Paul just nods his head. I fucking hate how nonjudgmental he is. I grew up my entire life with people staring at me, watching me, commenting on every single thing I did, and here he is…unbothered by it all.

Fuck him.

“I don’t want to start over with someone else. This is working just fine.”

He nods, his perfect hair unmoving in the frame of my phone.

“That’s great, Mitch. I think we’re making progress.”

I huff and turn my gaze away. If he means progress in avoiding Gideon, then yeah. I’ve been a goddamn master at that.

Since he hung my painting on his wall, I’ve been a ninja. Sneaking into work and avoiding him during the work day.

Only to reappear in his office after everyone has left for the day.

My hole clenches when I think about him.

His mouth around my cock as I clung to the end of his desk. The way he sucked me, the way he looked when he swallowed my cum.

He owns me, the entirety of me.

And it makes me shake with fear.

I shudder and stare back at Paul, trying to keep my thoughts pure while speaking to him. I need to keep it together.

I need to behave.

Paul doesn’t want to know the thoughts my cock is having.

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