We hadn't talked too in-depth about anything; she said our first real session would start next Saturday. Yet, still, it had left me feeling shaky, violated, and dare I say even a little relieved?

She had told me that there was nothing wrong with me and the mood swings and impulsive behaviour were manageable. I hadn't realized until then how much I had needed to hear that.

Deacon told me that all the time but he didn't fucking count because he would say whatever bullshit I needed to hear if it meant that I would get on my knees for him.

"She didn't?" he whispered in mock horror. "That, I...