Chapter 23. Denial

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 in through his door like a sex-starved maniac. If controlling how regularly I masturbated also counted as my urges, then I had been doing a really terrible job throughout the week.

Sitting in my car's driver's seat, I checked the time on my phone and sighed. I was running late for school because of Natasha. This was what happened when one of us had a driver's licence and the other did not.

I saw her dash out of the house and hurry into the passenger's seat, heavily breathing i