Chapter TwoHomeworkThe next week, Daniel told himself he wasn’t nervous. He’d strutted out of this office last time with his head high, cock straining in his jeans, convinced he’d proven he wasn’t going to be broken by some calm, older man with a notepad.And yet, here he was again, stomach tight, palms damp, trying not to think about the journal shoved deep in his backpack.The damned “homework.”He pushed open the office door with too much force, like swagger could cover the fact that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Dr. Lawson’s voice all week.The therapist glanced up, the same as last time, cool, unreadable with his hands folded neatly on the desk. That presence hit Daniel square in the chest, making his throat dry.“Daniel,” Dr Lawson said smoothly. “Sit down.”Daniel flopped onto the couch, slouching, one arm thrown over the back. “You really know how to make a guy feel welcome.”“You’re here for therapy, not hospitality.” Dr. Lawson adjusted his glasses, eyes flick
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