Chapter 15. Diagnosis

ADELINE’S POV

Blue and brown eyes stare back at me. My skin feels itchy. I have to pretend I don’t want his arms around me. I’m aware of everything. The sound of the clock ticking, the cold air on my skin from my air conditioning, the way his eyes scan my body. Dante messaged me last night and asked me to wear my hair down today.

I was so taken aback by the request that Liam and Naomi caught me blushing like a teenager in front of my phone. Since Dante came to pick me up this morning, he’s been eye fucking me. Looking at me everywhere, but his eyes are more focused on my hair. I curled it and let it fall in waves around my shoulders and on my back.

I love the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m the only girl in the world.

“Do you smoke, Mr. Russo?” I ask him, officially starting the therapy session, my little notebook in front of me.

“Is that relevant to my mental health?” He asks, his hand on his chin as he gazes into my eyes. I shift in my seat, t