The Hockey player's submissive professor
Nina said softly, “but he wasn’t just your Dom, Juno. He was the man you loved… in fact, love because you still love him. You’re just trying to pretend with Adrian, and that’s not…”
“I don’t love Rhett anymore,” I cut in sharply, my eyes snapping up to hers. “He’s nothing to me now. You can see for yourself that he’s moved on, and so have I.” I snapped.
She stared at me for a moment, silent. The apology was already sitting on the tip of my tongue, but she spoke first.
“Denial is truly a river, Juno,” Nina murmured, stirring her iced tea with her straw. “And this thing with Adrian, do you really see it going toward marriage?”