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The sun comes up before we stop, and I have her lying in my arms, watching the sun rise.

“Luc.” She says my name in a soft whisper.

“Yes, baby?”

“My answer is yes. I choose you. I want to be with you. I don’t have to wait until Monday to think. I always knew the answer.”

I stare down at her, savoring her words, wanting to remember them forever.

“Now you belong to me.”

“Are you mine, too?”

I know how important that question is to her, so I pick up her wrist and kiss it. “Always.”

Autumn smiles back, but she doesn’t realize I truly mean that. I want more than having her all to myself for the next few months, but I’ll take what I can get.

Chapter 23

Autumn

“I’m glad we got to meet this evening, Autumn. It gives me a good idea of what we’re up against,” Dr. Matthews states, looking at me over the rims of her thick glasses with deep scrutiny. “I’ve dealt with many like you. The stubborn but in need. Do you have any questions for me?”

“No.” My tone is flat and speaks of my disinterest in her. She knows it and hates it.

Of all the doctors my father could find, of course he had to get the bitchiest one of them all. We’ve been sitting in the living room for our first session and I’ve hated every second of it.

Dr. Matthews appears to be at the latter end of her fifties. She’s also rude and painstakingly blunt. She’s the kind of woman who would be more suited to working as prison guard in a maximum-security facility as opposed to being a therapist. That said, I imagine her in one of those horror films about mental hospitals where the whacked-up staff give the patients a lobotomy just for having a nightmare.

“Are you sure? You have no questions at all? I’ve gone over quite a few things I’d like to focus on over the upcoming weeks.”

She means she dug deep into my life story and ripped me apart.

“I have no questions.”

Thankfully, my mind checked out after she opened the meeting by telling me that I was an entitled brat who’s jealous of her sister. She thinks I’m an attention seeker.

I never stopped thinking about Luc and the beautiful time we spent together last night, but I focused on him more as the session went on. I’m doing it again now, eagerly waiting to hear from him. The Hawks are training today so I haven’t spoken to him since I left his apartment this morning. All I can think of is this secret relationship of ours. It’s crazy and wild and freeing. And just what I need.

It's our little dirty secret of scandalous sin.

“Well, what did you think of our session? You must have some thoughts.”

“It was okay.”

Dr. Matthews gives me a tight-lipped smile and stares at me. With her short-cropped hair and glasses that are too big for her face, she reminds me of a frog.

A frog wearing a tweed jacket and pants that are way too tight. She seems to be trying to channel Mia Farrow’s iconic pixie cut and style, but it’s not working on her. She doesn’t have the right look.

“Just okay?”

What does she want from me?Blood?

“Yes.”

“Then I feel like you just wasted an hour of my precious time.”

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

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