KEIRA’s POV

There was nothing stopping me from going to Clint's apartment, yet I kept giving it a second thought which was so unlike me. I never gave anything a second thought. I simply acted. Most especially when it came to sex and finding pleasure.

So as I stared at his home address for the umpteenth time that week, I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe Clint's therapy was working its magic on me. I was combating my urges and impulses as we discussed in a session and not bursting ...