One night.
No names.
No commitment.
That was our agreement.
But Spencer Lancaster was addictive.
And I was high.
High off his taste, starved for his kiss, and desperate for his touch.
So when he asked me to stay, to enjoy his company for more nights than I knew I should, I wasn't in the right mind to say no.
Everything was perfect. A dream come true.
But half a world away there were secrets.
Lies.
Insecurities.
All of the truths that could tear us apart.
The nightmares find me. They steal my breath, slowly suffocating me. I'm scared. I want it to stop. He's supposed to help me. Instead, he evokes something forbidden. I know I should run. But I can't. I've made my choice. I want him. There's only one problem . . . He's my therapist.
