Ava’s POV“I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” I muttered under my breath as I pushed open the heavy wooden door to Dr. Nathan Reed’s office. My hands were already clammy, heart thumping like it wanted to punch its way out of my chest. At twenty-three, I should have my shit together, but anxiety had me by the throat lately, twisting every little thing into a full-blown panic. This was my third session in two weeks, and something about the way Dr. Reed looked at me last time made my stomach flip in ways that had nothing to do with nerves.The waiting room smelled like fresh coffee and old books, but I didn’t sit. I paced instead, my short black skirt swishing against my thighs, the fabric clinging a bit too tight where my skin felt hot. When the inner door clicked open, there he was. Dr. Nathan Reed, forty-nine, tall and broad-shouldered in that crisp white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, showing off forearms that looked strong enough to pin someon
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