Chapter 20. Not Your Therapist

DANTE’S POV

“I don’t think I should be your therapist anymore Dante.” Adeline says as I get out of my morning shower. A towel around my waist and my hair dripping wet. I stop in my tracks and stare at her curiously. She lays on her stomach in bed, focused on some psychology book. Her legs are hanging up in the air and she has a serious look on her face, as if she was trying to figure something out before I walked out of the shower.

“You woke up this morning and decided to make rash decisions, huh?” I remove the towel from around my waist at the exact moment that her eyes lift up to look at me and her cheeks immediately go red. She doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s staring at my dick. She licks her lips and bites her bottom lip and my body shivers all over as my dick immediately gets even harder. Electricity shoots up my spine, something only her gaze does to me.

She looks up to me in my eyes, and I put on my boxers without taking my eyes away from